Steelykid!

(A.k.a. "just under the wire Baby Blogging, because Kate forgot she took these pictures.") In which SteelyKid performs a magic trick: "Watch me make this pretzel disappear, Mom!" "Wait a minute . . . " "Hey! No photography! Now give me that camera and no-one will get hurt." And that's why there's no Appa picture today.
The message is: "I have a chair!" SteelyKid's new chair is a kid-sized black fake-leather armchair from Target. We originally set out looking for a kid-sized table and chair set that she could use to draw on, but the only ones on offer at Babysaurus were chintzy particle board things with Disney characters all over them, and we're trying to limit our consumption of both of those. The armchair is kind of silly, but she was too cute climbing in and out of it for me not to buy it. She's talking more and more these days, and has started to pick up adult hand gestures. Here she is explaining to…
We had a parent-teacher conference this morning with SteelyKid's teacher at day care, who confirmed that she is the cutest and cleverest baby in the universe. OK, not in those words, but that's how I interpreted them. In honor of that, here's a poll: Fish?(poll) There's probably another stanza worth of choices, but unlike my parents, I don't have this one memorized. This ought to do for now.
Tonight was bath night, so here's a fresh and clean SteelyKid, showing off her pink penguin pajamas: I'm pretty beat tonight, so that's all I've got: cute baby, penguin PJ's. That ought to be enough for anyone, though.
Here we see SteelyKid enjoying our post-day-care ritual: kickin' back, eatin' pretzels, and watching Pardon the Interruption: "LeBatard always ruins Odds Makers," she says. "He's silly..." There was some screaming and crying a little bit before this was taken, not that you can tell. Pretzels and juice fixed everything. May it always be that simple.
Kate here: Since Chad's out of town, you get Substitute Parent Blogging today. It's with my non-DSLR camera (and also taken very fast before she decided she wanted the camera more than what she had), it's with something other than Appa, and it's eloquent of "I miss Daddy and want to be just like him." I tried to tell her that Chad doesn't actually wear those gloves to play hoop, but she wasn't having any of it.
SteelyKid is seventeen months old today, and how does she celebrate? By scrubbing the floors in the mud room: Honest to God, she does this all on here own. I think it's driven by the same impulse as the tissue relay-- she'll grab a tissue or a paper towel, run into the mud room, and energetically mop up the bits of slush that Emmy and I track in after our walks. She'll do this happily, for an astonishingly long time. God only knows where she gets this from. It's not from me or Kate, that's for sure-- neither of us has ever happily scrubbed a floor... The traditional Appa shot below the fold…
OK, they're not that tiny. Here's your cute baby video for the weekend: Kate blowing bubbles for SteelyKid and Emmy: I really don't need to say any more than that, do I?
SteelyKid says "You know what? Forget Appa-- take a picture of me next to Mommy:" "I'm half Mommy's height already!" And, if you think about it, that's a pretty good accomplishment for 2009. Happy New Year, everybody.
We're back in Niskayuna after a fun visit with my parents. I'll have more to say about How to Teach Physics to Your Dog in the near future (including number crunching on the sales rank tracker), but I'm running a little slow at the moment thanks to what was either food poisoning, or some short-duration intestinal bug (either way, if you visit the Corning Museum cafe, avoid the mac and cheese). Thus, we will ease back into blogging with some cute-baby video: This is SteelyKid in the newly refinished basement at my parents' house, playing her new game: she takes a tissue out of the box, mimes…
SteelyKid says "Look, Daddy! Somebody got me tissue paper!" "It's the best Christmas present ever!" Here's hoping you get everything you want this holiday season.
It's Thursday again, and that means Baby Blogging. But first, SteelyKid has a message: "Thanks for the awesome rocking frog, Aunt Erin!" Of course, as with any toy at this age, the box is just as much fun: And, of course, the obligatory Appa picture, showing that she is an enormous baby: She's big enough to lift a bison!
SteelyKid is a great big baby. By which I mean, she's large for her age. We keep running into other parents whose kids are about the same size as her, but a year or more older. Every now and then, though, she does something to remind us that she's still got a lot of growing to do, such as trying on my house slippers: For her sake, I hope those slippers never fit her...
SteelyKid was kind of overtired today, so she needed a little nap around dinnertime. This provided a nice opportunity to get a sleepy-baby picture for this week's Baby Blogging: Bonus Kate for extra "OMG! Huuuuuge Baby!!!1!" effect. She's wearing a way-cool roaring dinosaur shirt (purchased from the boys section, again...), but you can't really see it in any of the pictures I got tonight. We'll get it the next time she wears it, though. Unless she outgrows it first...
It's been a while since we had a sleeping-baby picture, so here's SteelyKid at bedtime last night: I swear I wasn't going for the Catherine Wheel album cover effect, but what can you do? SteelyKid and I are off to Boston today, where she'll be visiting her grandmother while I head up to Maine to give a colloquium talk at Bates. If you have any message for Susan Collins or Olympia Snowe, leave it in the comments, and I'll be sure to pass it along if I see them.
Windows MovieMaker has inexplicably decided to work again, today. Maybe it can only produce useful output on odd-numbered Fridays. Whatever the reason, I was finally able to edit down and paste together a couple of really cute video clips of SteelyKid playing in her babypod: We can (and do) watch this sort of thing for hours. She very clearly has something she's trying to do, even if we can't quite tell what it is. It's fascinating to see the wheels turning, though, and I can't wait until she can explain what she thinks is going on. whatever it is, she obviously thinks it's pretty cool.
We hosted Thanksgiving this year, and SteelyKid was the life of the party. When she saw Grandpa make the unwise decision to sit down on the couch with a glass of red wine, she came running, and spilled it all over him. To make up for it, she graciously decided to include him in this week's Baby Blogging: (He borrowed dry clothes from me.) We also took advantage of having everyone here to get a Baby Blogging picture with four generations in it: Actually, we took a bunch, as Kate was trying to get one where SteelyKid wasn't partially obscrued by her red dog. This was probably the best of them…
Chiefly, this: Also, this: Happy Thanksgiving to my American readers; the rest of you, have a lovely Thursday.
I have a whole slew of grading that I need to do, so here's some baby video to keep you entertained: While it may not sound that way, this is SteelyKid in a very, very good mood. The high-pitched dinosaur shrieks are happy shrieks. And the silly baby running is very cute.
Look! How to Teach Physics to Your Dog is a real book: Emmy says, very seriously, "You will buy a copy, won't you?" Of course, like everything else in this house, SteelyKid had to grab a copy: She whipped through to the last page pretty fast: Emmy says "What'd you think, human puppy?" SteelyKid says "If I knew how to read, Daddy's book would be my favorite book ever. People who can read should definitely buy it." You heard the kid and the dog...