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27.11.07

eight weeks

you're smiling lots.

you're chatty.

You like looking at the mobile above your crib. Haven't tried a nap in the crib, yet, but you like the mobile and will talk to it for a good five minutes. Or did this morning.

For whatever reason you don't at all mind lying on the changing setup in the bathroom. So for however long it was today you laid there and watched me sing to you and cut my hair. The nice thing about cutting my own hair is that afterwards one is unafraid of fixing it and cutting off anything that somehow got missed; when i used to go to a Real Salon it's always a little scary because what if they left that little bit longer on one side for a reason? But my hair was long and you were grabbing it and you're getting good at holding on, and that hurts mommy.

In a related note, i can't believe how fast your fingernails grow.

And you're still not accepting bottles. M thinks you're teething - there are funny ridges under your gums, and they're pointy, and we don't think they were there before, and when we put baby Ambesol on them then you're happy (but you make some crazy faces with the taste). Except you're not supposed to be teething for another month yet, if the average is "three to eight months," and eight weeks is not three months by a pretty good margin. But if one in a thousand babies is born with teeth already in then it can't be that uncommon to start early. But all the cold teethy frozen things are made for people with mouths that are larger than your mouth, so they don't really, um, fit. And that makes us feel bad for you.

Labels: baby, mamadom, milestones

scrawled @ 18:01