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Snapshots

The children have been rather neglected on the blog of late. We are just trudging through the every day, working to make it to the next bedtime. It is easy to forget to pull out the camera in the bustle of the everyday. And it’s easy to forget to write about them, especially when I’m not writing a lot anyway.

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As you can see, Graham has started soccer. It is a neighborhood volunteer league and super low key and I love it. There are no games. There is barely practice. They do some running and some kicking and there is a cheer and snacks and drinks. What I really love about 3/4-year old soccer is that my kid doesn’t really stand out. Sometimes he just needs to be held tightly for a while. Sometimes he wants to do something else. And there are plenty of other kids who decide they are not super into playing soccer at the moment and would like to sit with their parents on the sidelines and cuddle. 

Of course, Graham still finds ways to distinguish himself, like in the team photo session.

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I’ve been impressed at his skills. He’s a surprisingly good kicker. He still hasn’t quite got the hang of stopping the ball but he’s much improved. He prefers to pick up his ball whenever the urge strikes him, but this is not too unusual in his age group. His favorite activity is called “Kick the Cones” where they bring in the little cones they use to mark off the practice field and aim their balls at them. Graham’s preference is to put the ball directly in front of the cone and then have his foot directly on the ball. I have to give it to him, with this approach he rarely misses.

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He has spent several months obsessed with his birthday, it’s still over a month away. I can already see 4-year-old Graham moving past his 3-year-old ways. He still has plenty of frustrating habits but he is more playful, more curious and more communicative than ever before.

As for Miss Tesser Messer, she has taken her first steps and decided that steps are not really her thing, thank you very much.

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She cruises like a champ and finds that generally she can do everything she would like to do by cruising or crawling. She is nearly 16 months and I’m hopeful that by the time she’s 2 she’ll finally decide that bipedal is the way to go. Teeth are slowly but surely making their way in. She has 4 now with a couple more almost here. Having all her front teeth seems to have revived the adventurous eater of her baby days and she’s finally venturing beyond bananas again.

My favorite new development is that she’s started to enjoy a bit of snuggling. It must be on her own terms at her own request, but she will sometimes want to sit in my lap and be held. 

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She talks and talks and talks even though she is not technically talking yet. She has said pretty much every syllable in existence and probably invented a few of her own. I don’t see words in our immediate future. She’s not a fan of signs. But we’re slowly making some progress with communication. I can at least figure out what she wants most of the time without excessive screaming.

And, as you can probably tell from these pictures, Tesser and Grammer are starting to enjoy each other’s company more. Here you can see them playing their favorite game: Dogpile. I am usually at the bottom but this time I got the camera instead.

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I swear, none of those pics are posed. They were just rolling around and having a great time and I snapped and snapped. I’m still learning so some of them are underexposed and some are out of focus but I got a fantastic set of pictures and got some good experience working with bright outdoor light. (The direction you shoot from makes a huge difference.) For once I did a great job of following my own advice and just taking pictures of my kids on the fly.

They are getting along a lot better lately and I love seeing it. Sometimes Graham will actually let Tessa play with his trains. He is taking more of an interest in her and likes to bring her snacks. 

I can’t say things with these two kiddos are easy, but they’re certainly easier and they’re definitely more fun.

Feeling the Same Way All Over Again

Today Tessa is getting an Early Intervention assessment.

But I’m writing this post back on Monday. Right now she is sitting on the floor screaming. She won’t stop. I pick her up and she screams. I try to hold her close and comfort her. She pushes me away. I try to snuggle, she screams and pushes. She hasn’t napped well today so I think it might be teething. I get a dose of medicine for her and she pushes it away. I put her in my lap, cradle her so it’s easier for me to get the syringe in her mouth without spilling and she pushes it away twice more. Then, for no apparent reason, she changes her mind, holds the syringe tightly and puts it in her mouth, sucking the medicine out.

She’s been screaming and crying for a half hour or so. Maybe longer. It’s hard to keep track when she does this because I just want it to stop but I’m powerless to do anything. Every now and then she stops for a minute, distracted by something, then begins again.

I’ve gone back to turning on the television for a 1-year-old. I hate it. But with Graham it was a necessity at that age. It was the only thing that would let him focus on something hard enough to calm down. Finding Nemo used to be on a continuous loop at our house. 

I’m not really that concerned about Tessa’s assessment today because I don’t expect it to be the last one. A few days ago something clicked in my brain. Tessa isn’t just my late bloomer. Something isn’t right.

The screaming, there’s that. And there’s some gross motor delays. At 14 months she still doesn’t stand unassisted. She doesn’t walk. There’s communication. She has no words. She doesn’t point or wave. Sure, she can do the physical pointing and waving motions and does them, but her pointing is never to a specific thing and her waving has nothing to do with hello or goodbye. Receptive language doesn’t seem like it’s made any real progress in months. She responds to her name usually, but doesn’t seem to understand anything else. 

She doesn’t present just like Graham, but in my mind I’ve already diagnosed her.

I know I could be wrong. It could just be that I am seeing similarities because of the way Graham used to scream when he was that age. But I know what I see isn’t nothing. 

She’s stopped crying, finally. I’ve bribed her with gluten-free cookies and a fruit pouch from my Type A swag bag. 

She stands at the coffee table, holding herself in place, swaying a little, her eyes still ringed a little with purple, the hair on her forehead still stuck together with sweat. 

Graham has just come off the bus. He is upset and a little disoriented because a substitute driver on his bus drove past our house. He does so well but he still struggles with the simplest things sometimes. So do I.

I am hoping Tessa’s struggle, whatever it is, is as easy for her as possible.

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Tessa has this great new smile. She smiles so hard her eyes shrink to a squint and then she closes them all together while her cheeks push up with happiness.

I want to get this smile on camera so badly. I tried for a million years yesterday and failed. I took over 350 pictures and couldn’t get it. But at least I have some that are close. And I finally got her cute little teeth. And about a million bath tub shots.

Enjoy.

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I did get a couple shots that are REALLY close to that adorable smile. So enjoy:

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Meanwhile, the hunt for that perfect picture continues…

Happy Tessa Day!!!

I think there’s some kind of rule that when you write a post about your baby turning one you have to say things like, “I can’t believe it was a year ago that I woke up with contractions and realized I was in labor!!”

But yeah, that’s basically how I feel. I remember the day Tessa was born really clearly. (It helps that I live-tweeted the whole thing.)

Originally I wanted a Leap Day baby, but when they moved back my due date I focused on Valentine’s Day instead. I wondered if I’d need to be induced again and, if so, should I choose Valentine’s Day? People told me, No, no, Valentine’s Day would be a TERRIBLE birthday! Well, she showed up on Valentine’s Day all on her own. And I LOVE her birthday. People smile whenever I have to give her date of birth. The way I see it, she always has a reason to feel special and happy on Valentine’s Day. (It also means I can buy Valentine’s clothes on clearance and have her wear them year round.)

That holiday is forever changed for us. On 2/14/11 we got Graham’s diagnosis. On 2/14/12 we got Tessa. We didn’t celebrate last year. We’re not sure we’ll get time to celebrate this year. But that’s okay.

So much has changed this year. And I’m the happiest I’ve ever been as a parent.

I’ve barely noticed the Valentine’s buzz because it just makes me think about my little girl.

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Sometimes it’s hard to believe that baby with the squished old man face is now my sweet, adorable Tesser Messer. She is my late bloomer. She spent her first six months convincing me she’d be another difficult baby and then suddenly mellowed into this adorable, smiling thing who is doted on constantly by strangers. My friends are convinced she never cries.

2012 02 15 11 44 01 863 Happy Tessa Day!!!She still doesn’t walk. She pulls up but can’t cruise. She has just the tips of two teeth sticking out of her lower gums. She has soft hair of nondescript brown and hazel eyes. Her eyes are the loveliest shape. I can’t wait to see how they look as she gets older. She still has 2 dimples, one on each side.

We’ve given her the official first word of “nana” aka banana, but I think it may just be her own primeval squawk for food. We think she might be on the verge of saying “daddy.”

She is independent but loves her brother. She plays with anything: cars, crayons, anything. She is starting to do her own little bobbing dance that looks kind of like a peacock strutting, the way she bounces and sticks her head out. She loves music and watching Mater’s Tall Tales on Netflix.

Tessa always wants to play with her brother. He is the only person who can make her laugh.

2012 06 10 14 22 19 593 Happy Tessa Day!!!She is a good traveler. A good napper. A bad night sleeper. She has never made it through the night without getting up at least twice. Usually 3 or more. Lately it’s been worse since she has a cold and Graham is coughing at night and waking her up and then she wakes him up and it gets kind of crazy. I have no idea what it feels like to get more than a couple hours of sleep at a time.

She is serious, an observer.

While I was pregnant with Tessa I thought she was a girl. I thought she’d be dark-haired and dark-eyed. I thought she’d be sweet and calm. For a little while it looked like my predictions wouldn’t all come true, but actually they have. She’s exactly what I thought she’d be.

I’ll be honest: one-year-old is a hard time for me. But at the same time, it’ll be nice to see her develop. It’ll be particularly nice to have her talking.

I am looking forward to getting to know her better. I know there’s a complex little girl under that cute baby face.

Happy Birthday to my lovely little Messa.

Growing Up, Not Too Fast

Everything is happening at once around here.

First there was this:

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Tessa woke up from her nap and the fuzzhead was GONE. Since then she’s occasionally had some bedhead, but her pointy baby mohawk appears to be kaput. I am sad.

Goodbye, best baby hair ever. I will miss you. And I will miss everyone who waved at the baby and said, “Look at her HAIR!” with delight.

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Just a day or two later I picked a super-smiley Tessa up out of her highchair to see two little teeth just starting to make their way up through the gums. She is days away from her first birthday and these are her first teeth. So she’s a little bit of a late bloomer.

Her new favorite position: pulling up on her knees. True to form, our Tesser is pretty chill about her milestones. Standing is not currently on her priority list though she’s tried pulling up on her feet a few times. Mostly she just likes to get a look at what’s going on. I am getting used to the site of the top half of her face watching me over the coffee table.

Perhaps most notable of all, it appears she has her first word: Nana. As in ba-nana. She babbles all kinds of syllables these days, but when she wants a banana it is “NANANANAAAAA.” It’s also the only time you’ll see her pulling out one of the signs I’ve been working on. When she wants a banana she will sign “more.” At first I wasn’t sure that’s what she was doing, but she’s pretty consistent about it. Of course, it only seems to apply to bananas, but I’ll take what I can get.

I have figured out that Tessa’s pace is slow.

She waits and waits and then does a bunch of things all at once. We had a few months of nothing, then crawling and eating. Then a couple months of nothing, then pulling up and talking and teeth.

I am guessing we’ll have a break now and then suddenly she’ll start walking and speaking in sentences.

At least, that is what I tell myself.

Seeing Tessa progress still hasn’t made me immune from worry. I admit I have a problem. I am hypersensitive about development. I know babies vary widely in what they do and when. But it can’t quite silence the voice inside. Because there are all these babies out there her age and younger who are more toddlers than babies. They are walking and talking and playing and being little people. It doesn’t matter how much I tell myself that Tessa will get there, it is still hard for me to see it. And hard for me to see her not walking and talking. And to see her play which consists of little more than picking up a toy and looking at it.

My worry isn’t over and I don’t know when it will be. But I’m doing better at balancing the worry with daily life. And I’m doing a lot better at letting my enjoyment of her trump my worry.

Because, let’s face it. She’s beautiful. And I don’t mind her still being a baby. I like her being a baby.

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Every time I get her out of her crib after a nap I walk this tightrope. Because she’s never held out her arms to me. Graham never did either. It’s one of those things that’s always hurt and I think about it almost every time I pick her up from her crib.

On the other hand, she smiles. She starts to babble. She wiggles back and forth. And when I pick her up and hold her I feel what may be my strongest emotional tie to baby-hood: the perfect weight of her in my arms, warm and soft. Sometimes she will nuzzle my neck.

I don’t know if it’s getting easier. But I can’t say I’m not enjoying the ride.

Adventures in Baby-Led Weaning

If you asked me, I’d tell you I was pretty far from being a granola mom as you can get.

And yet.

I’m still breastfeeding my baby (she’s 11 months old today). I co-slept with her for over 4 months. And when it came time for solids, we took the Baby-Led Weaning approach. So I have to admit, I have a disturbingly high score on the crunchy-mom scale.

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On the other hand, I was super late. I didn’t start Tessa on solids until she was 7 months old. And even then it was a half-hearted effort. I did it when I remembered, which wasn’t often. Definitely not daily.

Tessa didn’t do well, and I don’t know if it was because I wasn’t good about keeping up or whether she was just a slow learner. This was also when she was kind of stuck developmentally. So I guess it’s not surprising that around the time we saw other progress she suddenly got better with food. It can be a little hard at first, especially if your baby takes a while to get the hang of it. You learn pretty quickly that gagging is just part of learning to swallow.

And now that she’s eating so well I have to say I’m totally won over by baby-led weaning. (It isn’t actually weaning. It really needs a new name.)

The basics behind baby-led weaning are just to give baby regular food instead of purees. You break up whatever you’re eating and let them learn how to feed themselves. The secret about this is it’s not just for all-natural moms. It’s for lazy moms, too!

I haven’t sat there waiting X number of days to introduce Tesser to a new food. I haven’t worried about introducing foods X number of times. I just give her whatever’s around. And now that she’s got the hang of it, she’s very cool about it. It also makes it super easy to take your baby out to eat.

While she has enjoyed pasta and bananas and pears and lots of wonderful things, Tessa’s favorite favorite favorite thing is a household favorite: Dino Chicken. This is one of Graham’s dinners of choice as he hardly ever eats meat so we’re happy to give it to him. I cut one up for T and was shocked at how quickly she put it away.

She will eat 4 of those babies and Graham only has 5. And if she’s finished one before I’ve cut up the next one she gets seriously peeved.

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But really, she’ll eat pretty much anything. When we have pizza, she eats my crusts. When we have tacos, she eats the meat and the beans and broken up pieces of tortilla. Last night she happily put away half a Tilapia fillet. When we had our Christmas feast she ate Mutter Paneer for days. (And left yellow rings around the sleeves of several onesies.) She ate turkey chili, and I didn’t even go easy on the chili powder or anything.

The only things she’s not crazy about are things that are too small for her to grasp easily. No rice, no shredded cheese.

I remember well when Graham ate anything. It didn’t last. So I’m trying hard to appreciate just how easy she is to feed right now. It’s not hard, since Graham is right there refusing food left and right. (Last night’s aforementioned Tilapia was the cause of much hysterics. As was the couscous (Koo-Koos).)

I don’t believe any of the hype about expanding your baby’s palate. Graham ate tons of stuff as a baby that he won’t touch now. But I do harbor a tiny hope that Tessa never goes through a picky phase. I can dream…