So I took E to his Spanish music class today. I skipped last week because he fell asleep in his stroller en route. Anyway, this week there were only 3 kids including E (a lot of attrition from the first week, when there were 7 or 9 kids). I remembered a kid coughing like he had the croup at the 1st class, and of course he was in attendance. In the middle of class, he threw up on the padded surface that the toddlers walk and crawl on. Then his nanny pressed her hand to his forehead and announced: "He's hot." She explained that she brought him to the doctor and "it was just a cold." But he's been sick for at least 2 weeks. I was livid...especially when E felt a little warm when we got home, although I gave him some Tylenol and it was probably teething-related. But if you know your kid (well, she was his nanny, but still) is sick, WHY BRING HIM TO CLASS? I wrote a note to the center explaining about the vomit, cough and labored, phlegm-y breathing, and suggeste...
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E's favorite word is "book." Sometimes when he wakes up, he sits in his crib and says it. He puts a little extra emphasis on the k: BooK, booK. Today at the toddler room, where I can basically sit on my butt as he plays with the toys and pushes trucks around the room, he spotted the bookshelf. "BooK, booK!" he started to chant. My heart sank when I saw the selection. We have great children's books at home, but these were, um...let's just say there was a biography of Ronald Reagan. I don't want E to grow up thinking that ketchup is a vegetable! ;)
Wow, I went through a whole week without blogging. That's bad. But I guess that's what it's like when you have a kid. I joined the toddler group in my building. This means we can use the toddler room. But when we went there today, it was closed for renovations. E knew exactly what he was missing out on and let me know about his displeasure as we left the building. I was able to distract him with a visit to the park. He had fun pushing his stroller around the park - one of his favorite pastimes. One of my favorite babysitters moved to Vermont. She was about as excited about the move as I was. She's really good with E and loves him. But her boyfriend might come back to NYC for law school next year. So we'll see. E is sleeping great - 9 pm to 7:30 am last night. And he's taking a language/music class in Spanish. I wanted French, because that's what I know, but the location near me didn't have it. I'm picking up some Spanish, though. Now I know that ...
So I ran into a woman and her child in the elevator. I was bringing some books to the laundry room and she was interested in a couple of them, so I gave them to her. We got to talking and I wondered if she was pregnant. I actually wondered this the last few times I saw her, but I couldn't think of a tactful way to find out. Well, today I figured it out! I asked, "Is she your only child?" And she said, "Yes, and then I'm expecting another one," patting her belly. It turns out she's having a girl. She's five months along, but hasn't really "popped" yet. Although she was wearing a loose drapey top, so it was hard to tell. Anyway, someone asked HER if she was having twins! Can you imagine? Maybe it's a New York thing. Today I finished the new Anita Shreve book while the babysitter was here. I literally read it in 2 1/2 hours. I liked it so much that I'm considering reading Testimony, which I couldn't get into before.
So I took E to the park today. It's one of my favorite playgrounds in Manhattan. It's shaded by leafy trees and there are a variety of things to do. E particularly likes this elephant that you can sit in and rock back and forth. While E communed with the elephant, a cherubic blue-eyed blonde in a billowing white dress opened her mouth and roared. "What powerful lungs for such a little girl!" I observed. Her mother said, "I know! He's actually a boy - I put him in a dress, it's terrible." I thought that was funny. She then revealed that he was her only child. So I'm not sure why she had a dress in his size, but whatever. After taking a step a few nights ago, E is back to crawling, standing in the middle of the room, and "creeping" (walking while holding onto stuff). My mom told me my brother was a late walker too (16 months), but he walks pretty well now.
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After months of creeping (i.e., walking while holding onto furniture, the wall, etc.), E took an unsupported step during his bedtime story. ("Story" here means "many stories." Mom says she has never seen a baby so into books. Apparently I wasn't as into books at his age, though I've been addicted for many years.) We cheered. Hopefully unsupported walking is next! He's been doing unsupported standing for a while and can now even fiddle with my cell phone (using both hands) while standing.