Maia Week #17 Battle Report

Maia turned 17 weeks old yesterday, which is in that limbo spot between 3 and 4 months of age that's not quite either one. She cannot roll over yet, but is able to roll on her side and contort her neck back so her head can look at things "above" her -- her body resembles the boot of Italy in this position. She also believes in quality over quantity, saving up her poops for one massive release party per day, usually in the early evening.

Maia also giggles, which is very cute, and has learned to make noisy shrieks, which is not so cute. She often sounds like that old Internet animation of the hamster riding a motorcycle, but with more piercing timbres.

Naps are still 30-minute affairs, almost to the point where you can set a watch to them. While some longer naps would be appreciated, at least she will nap in bed occasionally now. I do find that it's pointless to plan to get anything non-baby-related done when I'm on duty while Rebecca's at work -- it's better to get everything done that I wanted to beforehand, rather than hope that Maia will nap or play long enough that I can be independent.

We have been lucky enough to keep the Claude Moore hikes going every day (rain or shine), which allows me to get 2 - 4 miles of walking in and uses up a precious hour of the day where Maia is content to identify coniferous trees and then nap. As it gets colder, we'll probably have to switch to an indoor activity like mall walking. The last time I went to the Dulles Mall on a regular basis was 11 years ago when Sears wasn't a total disaster and I needed some PUFFIN BAY GREY paint for my house. Hopefully the mall will be awesome and space-age upon my triumphant return.