Life at Ten Months

I wish I could say Lucero accomplished so much this past month, but considering it was such a short month, I didn't really notice any major accomplishments. She still cannot crawl in normal fashion, but she's really gotten better at pulling herself up on furniture. She's objecting to food a lot more, as in when she no longer wants the crummy green beans, she shakes her head no, but then when offered dessert, she gladly accepts it. How does she know the difference?! Besides that the dessert is not green, but still. She's regressed some: she no longer says buh-bye, so I guess that was a fluke. On the other hand she's gotten better at addressing me as mama and this usually happens when she's starving and dying for me to put her on my boob. So really, I can't think of anything else she's done new lately. Or maybe I'm beginning to take her advancements for granted. OH, wait, she did finally learn to put the ball in the mouth of the giraffe toy all by herself. That was a big deal, considering I never thought she would do that until much later and I even said it was ridiculous that Fisher Price thought this toy was fitting for such a young infant. Guess it goes to show that I don't know much. (Funny thing is I excitedly told X about this accomplishment and he said she did that like two months ago by herself. I was like, oh, really, so she did it once two months ago, but never did it again until recently? I find that hard to believe. But if you know X, he's constantly advancing Lucero far more than she is.)

Latest Stats:
Height: (oops, forgot to measure her, will input later....or never)
Weight: about 18lbs, rough estimate considering I measured her on the scale at home.

And here she is in all her ten month glory.


I seriously cannot believe we are two months away from her first birthday! Oh my word, how time flies!

Proof: the scale does not lie


Lucero climbing on her walker. Such a risk-taker, I say.


I liked the look of this old building, so I plopped her on some dead grass and snapped away. Yes, her hair is long enough to make piggy tails.


With cousin Jeremiah. He will be one in a week.

He's far more interested in taking pictures than Lucero is.


What her hair looks like once the pigtails are pulled out. Remind anyone of Bozo the Clown?


My ballerina girl

Peeking in cabinets. She's doing a lot more of this.


Just had to get a picture of the back of her little leggies. "Leggies" is what I call legs. I also call feet "feets."


I forgot to post this picture from Christmas. Lucero with cousins Logan and Jeremiah. Only Logan was ok with the photo-snapping. Plus, we were missing some girl cousins. Oh, well, maybe next year.

This whole post is possible because X took Lucero for the night. This is the second time he does this. The first time I was royally annoyed, because he didn't understand what it takes to put her to sleep and keep her asleep, so I sent her away with him. Tonight I decided I needed a break, due mostly to the fact that I'm also dealing with allergies and it's a pain to finally fall asleep on my own, only to be awaken by Lucero an hour or minutes later. The first time X said he really didn't experience any issues with her. (This is also typical X, to make it seem as if the experience was an easy one, no big deal at all. He's such a liar, or in such denial.) He just called me a few minutes ago, saying Lucero keeps calling my name out. Then he asks, "So do you want me to bring her back?" I suggested he feed her some baby food, give her the pacifier and hopefully, then she'll fall to sleep. He's supposed to call if it doesn't work out. I just find it funny that he called at 12:30 ready to toss in the towel. Ha! Call me when it's 3am, dude.

But having her away has been nice. I can get coherent thoughts out completely. I can actually complete tasks I begin without constant interruption or constant worry that the typing is going to wake her. It almost feels like my life before Lucero ever was in it. I kinda miss that. Don't get me wrong, Lucero is a doll, but this doll doesn't come with a mute/pause button.

By the way, I did finally get the book, Healthy Sleep Habits, Happy Baby. It's taking me some time to read it, but I am reading it. The first 100 pages made me feel like a horrible mother for depriving my child of sleep, but some of it also assured me that I'm not so horrible, because in the beginning it was just science, not my lack of motherly know-how that couldn't calm her fussiness. Now of course that she's ten months old, it truly is my fault for not establishing better sleep habits. I haven't really attempted any of the advice yet. I'm waiting to take it all in before I decide how I'm going to approach it, considering the circumstances.

X just called again, saying she's still not asleep and she keeps calling my name. It's now 1:07. I suggested a couple of other things for him to try. He said he's tried them. So then I reluctantly said, "I guess bring her back." He said he would try a little longer, then call me back if it doesn't work. Honestly, the girl should be tired enough by now to fall asleep, regardless if I'm there or not. However, X doesn't know how to put her to sleep, considering I've done it the last 300 times or so. He doesn't know how to soothe her or calm her or rock her gently and he certainly doesn't have nipples that secrete milk (or anything for that matter), but still, he has a bottle, so I don't see why he's having such a problem. Oh, I should probably mention how Lucero doesn't like bottles anymore. She seriously will only drink an ounce or two and then flat out refuse it. So there goes wasted formula. But at least in the future I won't have a problem getting rid of the bottle-feedings.

So anywhoo, I'm pretty tired. I'm gonna shut things down around here before X calls again to say he's bringing the little one back.