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( Pipa is 13 months old! ) This has been an exciting week. The 8th grade went well. My idea to lock up cell phones was not accepted by the administration, but after explaining the very strict policy, I offered my locked cabinet to them on a voluntary basis and have several students take me up on the offer every day. The numbers have been growing since a phone starting vibrating with the principal sitting in the back of the room and no one claimed it, getting everyone in trouble (except for those with lockedup phones).
The problems I see are my huge health class, which apparently did not absorb the rules, but are getting better every day. And I can't wait for the principal to order new powerbricks for the laptop lab so I can run a computer class in which all 25 students are able to participate. Otherwise, I'm pretty excited. The other fun this week is Pipa-related. A few days ago, she put herself into a perfect downward dog pose and then raised herself to standing. We cheered for her and she began standing up in new ways, just about anywhere, holding anything. She then looks around for a soft landing spot and runs at it, crashing into it head first. She will walk more carefully, mostly when we're not looking. She enjoys walking in the hall because it is easy to find a support wall if she needs it.
She is eating almost everything we eat and enjoys sitting at the table in a big chair to do it. That's one of the few things that will substitute for being carried around, being put in a big chair.
She climbs. The sitter has had to move all the chairs from her kid-sized table or Pipa will use them to get on the table and from there onto the window sill.
She signs. For most vocabulary, she signs it in response to hearing the word (all done, bye, more) but some she does on her own. I think her version of kitty is touching her cheek. She understands Lots though and will sit down if her Daddy signs it at her. She understands stand up and walk and stay, so she might be close to completing her puppy obedience training. She understands come, but does not comply.
She can throw, which led to the learning of another adorable word, owie.
She can pet the cat's nicely, but might still try to use a stray tail as a handle. She plays Vala's belly like a bongo, but Vala lies down in front of her, so we're tempted to believe she enjoys it. Posted via LiveJournal.app. Tags: via ljapp
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Having a sick baby is no fun. Luckily, she feels good most of the day, but night time is horrible. She screamed and coughed all night with little cat naps or nursing sessions in between. When she woke up around 6, I tried to feed her and she screamed through it, so we came out to the couch, which is firmer. She ate for a bit, then fell asleep on my shoulder. She woke up screaming and coughing, I walked her around for about 30 minutes, rinse, repeat. She's back to dozing on my shoulder.
I want to lay her down, make some oatmeal and dive into the last of my grading (of course I leave 3 essays as my final grading expedition) and start report cards, but I'm afraid to put her down.
I can only say, I am brilliant in that everything I assigned this last week was multiple choice and thus easily graded. All I brought home were last-chance benchmark re-takes and of course, the essays I've been dragging around for weeks. One essay I need to grade in depth, one I just need to check the corrections were made, one I just need to verify that I agree with my partner's scoring and one more I forgot about is a credit only paper. It shouldn't take too long when I get down to it, but when my baby is screaming, I really don't care about report cards anymore.
Nick has been so good with her this week. I feel bad that his first week home with her is full of sickies, but he really knows how to handle it. He's also got all sorts of projects and chores going at once. He's a much better house husband than I am a house wife. He helps me split the night time baby duties so both of us have a chance at normalcy the next day.
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