After The Tenth..... When The Fun Really Begins

Macy has been at the top of the percentiles for length almost from birth. Now her little sister is following in her footsteps. Still 2 months from her birth, she's already in the 97th percentile for size. At the last doctor's appointment she was somewhere in the neighborhood of a pound and a half. If that puts you at the top of the class, what does the bottom 10th percentile weigh, as much as a blade of grass???

We are going to be one strange looking family if both Macy and her sister stay at the top of the growth chart, because by the time they are 11 or 12, they'll be taller than both Annie and me.

I must be more tired than I originally though..because the original version of this post was riddled with errors, so here is an updated and corrected version:

Tonight we move the clocks forward, which means that most people will lose an hour of slpeep, but in our house it means that this upcoming week, we get an extra hour of sleep. How is it possible that our house violates all aspects of the time space consortium? Let me explain, but before I do, this will only be possible if we all get together and agree not to let Macy know about this secret clock change. Promise me you won't tell her, ok?

Here goes:

At 2 am the clock jumps forward to 3am, which in most places that means less sleep. If we follow this through, it means that the next morning when your body thinks it is 6am, the clock shows 7am. So, all week long when Macy's internal clock wakes up at her usual 6:30am, it will actually be 7:30 am, giving us extra sleep time each day until she adjusts. To recap, we lose an hour the first night and then get extra time in the coming days, until she adjusts.

While you are actively not telling Macy, don't tell Zoe either. Annie and I have been looking forward to this for quite some time, so try not to ruin it for us.

Thanks in advance for your cooperation.

Take 1 part soap and 1 part water and you get 5 parts laughter. Last night, Annie and I were deciing who would make the salad to go with dinner and who would give Macy a bath. I chose the bath and I clearly chose wisely.

In recent weeks we've seen a few interesting changes in Macy and a number of these changes appeared during bath time. As it turns out, we've created a mini monster who is in love with bubbles and now treks into the guest bathroom at all hours of the day, because that is where we store the giant bottle of bubbles. She's addicted to bubbles and can almost say the word now to accompany her pointing. At this point it sounds more like "bubbla", but there is no mistaking the intent behind the sound...she wants to play with the bubble wand.

Sometimes we even turn bath night into a bubble bath, which goes over quite well. Last night was not one of those nights. I think we've mentioned that Macy knows 2 or 3 sign language words and one of them is the sign for "all done", which she performs over and over with increasing urgency, the longer you ignore her. At one point in her bath, she was all clean and just playing with her bath toys and appearing to lose interest in them. I grabbed her towel and asked her if she was all done, to which she gave me her unofficial sign language move, which is to sort of grunt and shake her head side to side with enough force that it sort of rocks her little body back and forth. Ok, so she wanted to keep playing in the water; no problem.

Turns out that she was no longer interested in her bath toys, but wasn't quite ready to get out of the water. If you haven't spent much time around babies, you might not realize that at 14 months, they still seem to have no hamstrings and possess the most amazing flexibility, which she promptly demonstrated for me. From a sitting position she just plopped forward, bending herself over in half and dropping her face down between her legs and into the water. Half surprised at what she did and half excited, she popped right back up before the event even properly registered in my brain. Clearly excited by the strange look on my face, she promptly did it again and again, showing signs of comfort in the water that I can only imagine stems from the swimming class she took 8 months ago.

Each time she dunked her face, I would clap and cheer, prompting her to start clapping for herself after most dunkings. I had such a blast watching her performance and desperately wanted to rush off an grab the video camera, but my parenting side squashed the idea, so I don't have any fun video to attach to this post. But it is probably for the best. Leaving a child unattended in a bathtub is generally frowned upon, and I'm sure its even worse when that potentially unsupervised baby is repeatedly hurling her face under the water.....

So instead I have photos from another bath night, one that involved a traditional bubble bath but no self-dunking