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12.12.07

ten weeks

and, you poor sad thing, for your ten-week birthday present we vaccinated you against eight different things. And you screamed and screamed and screamed and ran a fever and i had to shove a little waxy Tylenol in a place where i have never put a Tylenol of any kind before. (In related news, the Tylenol website is so perfect and helpful that i am thinking of not buying generic any more.) And with the horrible sad pointy shots, you got two bandaids, and i tried - i tried! - i tried taking them off slowly and gently, and that didn't work. I tried taking the second half of the first one off faster, and that didn't work either: so you're going to be like me, a slow bandaid-picker, rather than one of those people who rips them off. But you have this one particular rabbit scream for when you're hurting and now i think i can recognize that one, at least. Probably important.

You have another cry that is apparently nothing like a howler monkey, but what one might picture as sounding like one if one hadn't just read the howler monkey Wikipedia entry that clearly states they grunt and roar. It's like a little hoot. You can make many different vowel sounds now and ooooooo is one of them. Sometimes you moo accidentally, too. gnuuuuuuuu. Does that count as a first word?

The vaccines have made you sleepy, too, which is one of the side effects they can have. Sleepy is better than fever by a long shot. Except you still want to sleep on somebody, and you've now started launching yourself out into space, pushing off our chest in an attempt at a Chinese acrobat faceplant. You have not yet succeeded in the faceplant, but there is more and more Ergoing, in which you're strapped on and secure, rather than freeform lie-on-mommy. But if you're not secure than it's sort of always in question - since you'd probably wake up if i put you in the baby backpack, but then i'd have two worry-free hands, but then you'd be awake? Worth it? Hmm.

When you're awake you can pretty reliably locate your hands and get them into your mouth. Pretty reliably. You can get a fist about halfway in to suck on an chew on and if we put a finger of ours in, then you definitely chew on it. (That is called biting and it hurts mama.) The doctor said it was early still to be teething, not impossible, but early, but the teeth can be moving, so you're technically teething, but the teeth are already all in there, and solid, so one can feel them with a finger, but they can take ages and ages to emerge. So you could be teething for ages with no visible progress: but we'll know it's teething for sure if a tooth comes out. It's partly trial and error, though - if we put numby-chamomile teething stuff on your gums and it makes you stop crying when nothing else will, then isn't that teething? Or do you just like the taste of chamomile? (Ick. That'd be you taking after daddy - he likes pickles, too.)

Drooling is just something that happens when you are a baby: the books say that you're of the age, now, at which you are producing large quantities of drool (whether or not you're teething, interestingly) but aren't able/willing enough to swallow it all. So there are wet spots on my shirts most of the time. I should really get that milk-colored dupont fabric project started. There is a long-term market out there waiting for me. Why has nobody done this? Can one not buy coolmax by the yard? There's nothing on etsy, even. But my sewing machine has an american plug and is in Florida.

Dear Other People With Sewing Machines, and fashion gods,

Help a mama out. Stupid men in the fashion world - why does this not already exist? i want this in a dry camo, with a couple more buttons.

love, liz

PS. Are you there gods? It's me, Nursing Parent. Please don't make the boobs any bigger. And i still need a nice warm coat.

Also, apparently, if i put the Willie Nelson cover of What a Wonderful World on continuous repeat, you will happily sleep. Which is nice, because it's not a horrible tune, but we'll have to wait and see if it works more than once.

Labels: baby, milestones

scrawled @ 11:13