Steelykid!

SteelyKid went through a phase recently where she didn't want to eat much of anything. This wasn't medically dangerous, just kind of nerve-wracking. As a result, when she declares out of the blue that she wants a bottle, well, she gets a bottle: Actually, she got two bottles right after we got home from day care. And another at bedtime. Go figure. Just for fun, below the fold you'll see the comparison shot from Week 10 (this is Week 92): She's changed just a tiny bit since then... (For the record, her appetite is pretty much back to normal. Asking for bottles is anomalous, but she's been…
This week, we offer a shot from the forthcoming "Casual Living with SteelyKid and Appa" catalogue: If you look closely, you can see two things: 1) a small scrape by her right eye, from an accident at day care-- even SteelyKid is bound by the laws of physics, and gravity is a harsh one, and 2) her new Williams shirt, picked up when I visited there last week. I'm not actually obligated to buy new college-logo clothing whenever I visit, but it amuses me when Kate rolls her eyes at me for buying baby clothes with purple cows. Another decent view of the shirt is here: When I gave it to her after…
SteelyKid has a cold, again, so she's kind of unhappy tonight. There's a picture of a slightly bleary SteelyKid with Appa below the fold, but that's kind of a downer, so here's some video from the other night, showing her new favorite game: (She'll do this for hours. Well, ten minutes, at least, but it feels like hours when you're the one being ordered around and jumped on...) Here's the Appa picture, for completeness: Mommy and the Red Dog make things a little more bearable, but she hasn't been a happy camper today.
Most weeks, I try to find some natural-looking way to get SteelyKid and Appa in the picture together. Sometimes, though, there's just no way to get it done, and we have to resort to Kate holding Appa near her: She's hugging her jacket because it got kind of cold this afternoon, but she's in a phase where she refuses to put her jacket on, and also refuses to go inside. Life's tough with a willful toddler. To compensate for the lack of elegance in this week's Appa picture, here are two much better shots taken by Matt Milless of Mahi Matt Photo at last night's charity basketball game. First, a…
SteelyKid was playing with something on the floor behind my chair, so I started reading my newsfeeds. Kate was on the other side of the office, engrossed in her own computer-related program activities. After a moment or two, SteelyKid got up, and ran into the living room. Kate and I both finished what we were reading, then noticed a disturbing lack of baby noise. "Where did she go?" Kate asked. "I dunno," I replied, and we both got up from our computers and headed out of the office in opposite directions. We met in the kitchen, with no SteelyKid. Kate said, "Seriously, did she go upstairs?"…
Some bonus cute for your weekend: Here's SteelyKid apparently deciding to be a wizard. She can wave a stick and babble in what might as well be fake Latin with the best of them-- don't try to tell her she can't.
The arrival of good weather has led to a good deal of yard work here at Chateau Steelypips. SteelyKid, being a sturdy and active toddler, is quite insistent that she can help with the raking: Or, possibly, fight off demon armies with her ninja skills. It's a little hard to say. Swinging the rake around does make her happy, though, so Appa and I just try to stay out of her way.
"What's SteelyKid doing for amusement now that the weather is all nice and stuff?," you ask. Well, here's your answer: she's giving her sky-bison rides on the swing in the back yard: "Wait a minute," you say, "isn't it, like, 80 degrees there? Why's she wearing a coat?" Look, man, when the Empress decides she wants to wear her coat, she's going to wear her coat. There's no reasoning with a willful toddler. Fortunately, she's pretty darn cute. And swinging is highly entertaining: Of course, at some point, you have to call it a night, pack up your sky-bison, and head in for the night: (It…
As I was headed upstairs to bed last night, I stopped in the library, and said "There's something I ought to be doing..." but couldn't remember what. This morning, while walking Emmy, it hit me: Baby Blogging! It's weird that I forgot, because I went to the trouble of taking pictures and everything: This is SteelyKid hanging out on the swing in the back yard, drinking some juice. As you can tell by the short sleeves, it's Fake Summer here, and the backyard was warm and pleasant last night after day care. I have some other pictures where she and Appa aren't cropped as tightly as they are here…
SteelyKid is a fan of a web game called BumperStars, which my parents introduced her to. If I'm at the computer doing something, she'll march over, demand to be picked up, then point at the screen and say "Buh-Pah" until I open it up. Of course, she's a toddler, and thus has an extremely short attention span (except when she doesn't). About two minutes after I start a game for her, she'll slide down off my lap, and go find something else to do. Which would be fine, except for one thing: I have competitive OCD. I don't mean that I try to one-up other people who have obsessive-compulsive…
It's grey and dreary here, with an expected high temperature around 50F. That can only mean one thing: Spring has arrived in New England! (You can distinguish spring from winter by the daytime high temperatures-- they're both grey and dreary, but winter is grey, dreary, and cold...) Spring means mud, yard work, and a new academic term. But on the bright side, spring also gives SteelyKid an excuse to show off her spiffy spring hat: Hope your spring gets off to a good start.
Not as nice a day today as some recent days, but we ended up running around in the backyard all the same. It's still not really spring, no matter what the astronomers say, but there are a few hardy little weeds poking up flowers that haven't quite opened yet. SteelyKid already knows what to do with these: Pick them up, and give them to Mommy. We also took turns riding on the swing in the backyard: Kate managed to get a smile with the ever-popular "got your red dog" game: But by the time it was my turn, SteelyKid was tired of swinging, and much more interested in admiring the neighbors' yard…
Kate here, with some outdoor baby blogging: I'd meant for this to be a comparison photo to this one from August. Unfortunately it's got neither Chad nor Appa for scale, and she's slouching, which diminishes the OMG HUGE effect—but not the killer cute. One more outdoor picture and one indoor picture below the fold: Here we have a somewhat crooked image of her joy at having her picture taken: And here we have a Kate's-eye view of a very common sight here at Chateau Steelypips: Yes, she's the cutest toddler in the universe, thank you for noticing.
SteelyKid says "You know what? Bacon tastes good!" We've had a hard time convincing her that anything that isn't either 1) crunchy, or 2) goopy is food. Cooked vegetables, she'll pick up, look at, and toss aside laughing. Cooked meat is similarly rejected. This week, though, we discovered that she'll eat bacon, which evidently is crispy enough to overcome its Meat Nature. Also, bread is ok, probably because in addition to being yummy, it can be ripped into lots of little pieces that can be scattered all over the table. Emmy, of course, is insanely jealous that SteelyKid gets bacon. It's very…
Here we see SteelyKid kickin' back in her babypod, sharing a meal of Cheerios and dried fruit with Appa: SteelyKid says "You know, Daddy, if we traveled by sky bison, you wouldn't have to worry about the wiring in your car, and you wouldn't be faced with driving a giant rental pick-up truck to Vestal tomorrow..." She's not always the world's most helpful baby.
Today is the Purim parade at the Schenectady JCC, so all the kids needed costumes to wear. This isn't that easy, especially for a little girl (Babysaurus had a couple of different sets of boys pajamas that were superhero uniforms, but nothing equivalent for girls), and was complicated by the fact that SteelyKid had yet another cold this week (which she was bothered by for just long enough to get sent home from day care with a fever Wednesday, meaning I stayed home with her yesterday, which is always an adventure). One costume idea I had was to put her in fuzzy white pj's, and give her a set…
Look out, it's a Giant Monster Baby! OK, she's not really gigantic, but she does tower over Appa these days. And she's strong enough to lift Appa one-handed, while drinking juice with the other: That's really just about the perfect Appa-for-scale shot. For comparison, here is the very first Appa picture we took: Yikes. Finally, as a bonus, here's a cute picture of SteelyKid with a newspaper ad featuring a Boston terrier. She recognizes it as just like Gammy's dog, Truman: She does tend to refer to all dogs in pictures as "Booyyy," which is a better approximation of my parents' dog Bodie.…
SteelyKid has had a bit of a sore throat the last few days, which has led to a bit of screaming and crying. Those have been interspersed with her usual cute-toddler behavior, and we managed to squeeze in the traditional Baby Blogging photo: "Why is she waving around a Triscuit box?" you ask. Because she was cooking: This is the latest manifestation of the rich inner life of a toddler. She gets really absorbed in this little game where she takes small objects (rocks, fridge magnets, small toys) and places them carefully in some kind of container (a piece of tupperware, one of her stacking…
There was some discombobulation yesterday afternoon that kept me from posting these-- I had meant them to be a Super Bowl alternative for the non-football-inclined. They'll work just as well as a Monday brightener, though. So here's a clip of SteelyKid a couple of weeks ago, laughing at the "got your food wrapper" game: And here's one of her talking on the phone with her grandmother: I've been on the other end of one of those conversations, and while I still have no idea what she was saying, it's awfully cute.
It's been brought to my attention that there hasn't been any cute-baby video posted here for a while, so let me rectify that with a couple of clips. First, SteelyKid discovers that it's kind of difficult to fill Daddy's shoes: For both our sakes, I hope those never fit her. A clear indication of inheritance at work is the way she talks with her hands, as seen in this second clip: I have no idea what she's saying, but she certainly says it with feeling.