Never ever ask me about stage six.
Anyway, what the hell am I thinking? Blogging about subjects other than Harriet's progress?
I'd better put that right...
Imagine if you will the noise made by the engine of a 50cc motorbike being driven at top speed in a low gear. Got it?
Good.
Now loop that sound, and imagine how swiftly you'd become irritated by it.
That is Harriet's new sound. She moved on (rather too quickly, I'm surprised to say) from the "ugh ugh ugh ugh" abandoned alarm clock sound, and she doesn't stop till she feels inclined to stop.
That's not really a first: our little Harriet has been showing her free will from the moment she was born.
What is a first is the fact that she managed to crawl a few inches the other day. I say crawl, but really she adopted a sniper position then dragged her face across the carpet. She did seem pleased with herself, though that smile could have been a grimace I suppose.
We've also had our first pointless GP visit. Harriet had been making her new sound alongside a couple of other things and I felt, neurotic newbie that I am, that I should whiz her along to the surgery.
I wonder how many times the sound "niiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii" has been presented as a symptom.
Anyway, it would appear that some babies pop their teeth through one by one, after a short spell of drool-soaked grizzling. Others, and Harriet appears to be one of these, spend months moaning, groaning, dribbling, and gnawing before pushing through a full set of gnashers.
Well, not a full set, but three or four teeth at once. That's got to be bloody uncomfortable and when I think of it like that I don't mind the awful, grating din she makes. If that's her way of dealing with her pain I'll go along with it. It certainly gets me trying everything in the book to help her, so it is very effective.
Harriet has also started throwing out dirty cackles much more spontaneously this week. She's never had what I'd call a typical baby's giggle. From the first time she felt amused enough to let us know about it she has belted out the filthiest chuckles. My sister was the first to make her laugh and it took days and days and days of merciless tickling before I finally got my first hoot from her. I don't know who was more relieved.
That was a while back and I now find it very hard to remember a time before Harriet's laugh.
My final "first" for this blog is a personal one.
Last week saw me going out in public without having first checked myself over for deposits of sick. I had, until then, remembered to do the spot check.
Alas, I went out in a beautiful new red dress (French designer, don't you know), to which my little daughter had, unbeknownst to me, added a pair of exquisite crusty epaulettes.
Well, at least they were a matching pair.
Cheerio and thanks for popping by.
Anyway, what the hell am I thinking? Blogging about subjects other than Harriet's progress?
I'd better put that right...
Imagine if you will the noise made by the engine of a 50cc motorbike being driven at top speed in a low gear. Got it?
Good.
Now loop that sound, and imagine how swiftly you'd become irritated by it.
That is Harriet's new sound. She moved on (rather too quickly, I'm surprised to say) from the "ugh ugh ugh ugh" abandoned alarm clock sound, and she doesn't stop till she feels inclined to stop.
That's not really a first: our little Harriet has been showing her free will from the moment she was born.
What is a first is the fact that she managed to crawl a few inches the other day. I say crawl, but really she adopted a sniper position then dragged her face across the carpet. She did seem pleased with herself, though that smile could have been a grimace I suppose.
We've also had our first pointless GP visit. Harriet had been making her new sound alongside a couple of other things and I felt, neurotic newbie that I am, that I should whiz her along to the surgery.
I wonder how many times the sound "niiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii" has been presented as a symptom.
Anyway, it would appear that some babies pop their teeth through one by one, after a short spell of drool-soaked grizzling. Others, and Harriet appears to be one of these, spend months moaning, groaning, dribbling, and gnawing before pushing through a full set of gnashers.
Well, not a full set, but three or four teeth at once. That's got to be bloody uncomfortable and when I think of it like that I don't mind the awful, grating din she makes. If that's her way of dealing with her pain I'll go along with it. It certainly gets me trying everything in the book to help her, so it is very effective.
Harriet has also started throwing out dirty cackles much more spontaneously this week. She's never had what I'd call a typical baby's giggle. From the first time she felt amused enough to let us know about it she has belted out the filthiest chuckles. My sister was the first to make her laugh and it took days and days and days of merciless tickling before I finally got my first hoot from her. I don't know who was more relieved.
That was a while back and I now find it very hard to remember a time before Harriet's laugh.
My final "first" for this blog is a personal one.
Last week saw me going out in public without having first checked myself over for deposits of sick. I had, until then, remembered to do the spot check.
Alas, I went out in a beautiful new red dress (French designer, don't you know), to which my little daughter had, unbeknownst to me, added a pair of exquisite crusty epaulettes.
Well, at least they were a matching pair.
Cheerio and thanks for popping by.
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