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Aug. 10th, 2015 12:17 pm
Keepin' it easy
We did nothing while my sister was in town. Well, nearly nothing. Saturday we walked over to Uncommon Ground and had dinner. (Apparently there was a stroll to the park and back earlier but I napped through it.) Other than that, we just hung out around the house. In the afternoon, some old highschool friends dropped by with their listless moppets, still jetlagged from a trip to Ireland. Nuphy arrived just as they were leaving and stayed for a couple of ouzos after dinner out.
Everyone was telling me that seven months is a great age and they were right. JHI was just starting to crawl the week before but he still has little t-rex arms and can't get his chest off the floor, so his progress is slow. As a result, baby-proofing wasn't really necessary. I could even set him on the landing knowing I'd have plenty of time to stop him if he so much as contemplated tackling the stairs. On the other hand, he was terrifically interactive--grabbing fingers, hair, and glasses; fascinated by human faces (especially Scooter's for some reason); burbling with delight at every opportunity.
I was worried I'd get no sleep with my sister right above the master bedroom, but that only really happened the second night (when JHI kept banging against the side of the crib and waking himself up). I was worried she'd get no sleep but she assured us the newly-purchased daybed was fine. JHI napped enough that he wasn't fussy, but not so much that it felt like he was always going down. I got a couple naps in, too, and that was enough to cope.
The best part of the whole visit was watching![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
monshu play with his little nibling. I'd never seen him interact with an infant before and nothing in his otherwise crotchety behaviour around wee ones had led me to expect he'd get so much enjoyment out of playing with him, carting him around, and otherwise being a doting uncle. Hopefully he'll still feel the same way a year from now when the family gets together in Colorado.
Everyone was telling me that seven months is a great age and they were right. JHI was just starting to crawl the week before but he still has little t-rex arms and can't get his chest off the floor, so his progress is slow. As a result, baby-proofing wasn't really necessary. I could even set him on the landing knowing I'd have plenty of time to stop him if he so much as contemplated tackling the stairs. On the other hand, he was terrifically interactive--grabbing fingers, hair, and glasses; fascinated by human faces (especially Scooter's for some reason); burbling with delight at every opportunity.
I was worried I'd get no sleep with my sister right above the master bedroom, but that only really happened the second night (when JHI kept banging against the side of the crib and waking himself up). I was worried she'd get no sleep but she assured us the newly-purchased daybed was fine. JHI napped enough that he wasn't fussy, but not so much that it felt like he was always going down. I got a couple naps in, too, and that was enough to cope.
The best part of the whole visit was watching
monshu play with his little nibling. I'd never seen him interact with an infant before and nothing in his otherwise crotchety behaviour around wee ones had led me to expect he'd get so much enjoyment out of playing with him, carting him around, and otherwise being a doting uncle. Hopefully he'll still feel the same way a year from now when the family gets together in Colorado.