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5.12.07

two months!

time flies. Hoo boy, does it ever.

you are so smiley and chatty now - and very cheerful when you're not sick (you had M's sniffles over the weekend, i think, because the two of you were sick and i was lucky enough to not be. Two big babies, great). you watch us across the room, sometimes, when you feel like watching a person instead of having a conversation with the Blue Suitcase Above the Wardrobe. At least i think that's what you're looking at. It's a very bright blue, and a very nice suitcase, but you're far too small to appreciate the multitude of zippers and the pocket organizativeness and the big, comfy, just-the-right-height handle. You have no idea how much easier it is to identify a bright blue suitcase in a sea of black on an airport conveyor belt, yet, either.

Today you are refusing to sleep unless you are being held; but you are just becoming big enough and having proper head control to wear you in the Ergo without the newborn insert - a feat i have now completed twice. I think you like it better - it's a lot cooler, certainly, and you object to being too hot. Loudly. Except mommy's pants don't fit, and while it's nice that they are so low riding that i can access the pockets while Ergoing you, they are also so low riding that they slide straight off my ass every five minutes, whether or not i'm moving around.

You've now got hair all over your head; but you are also getting cradle cap on the very top. It doesn't seem to bother you at all, but i tried brushing it off (is this why the baby health care kit came with a brush and comb? Because i thought that was really weird) and it didn't come off so easily. We might try the baby oil thing before your next bath, but that probably won't be for a few days. You get a bath more than once a week, usually, sometimes in your baby bathtub, or sometimes with me, because i like baths too. And when you take a bath with me, i can support just your head, carefully, and the rest of you can float! You always look so amazed. I think you quite like it, though, as you'd scream if you didn't. And you kick your little feet and wave your arms around and open your eyes as wide as they can possibly go. I bet you pee in my bath water though.

We've temporarily given up trying to actively feed you with the bottle. And also given up pacifying you with the pacifier. Or M's finger. Instead when you are happy and fed and dry, we put a little milk in the bottle and let you play with it. You chew on it a whole bunch, usually, which also leads one to believe that you are in fact teething, and sometimes you sort of accidentally suck on it once or twice and then spit it out. And the bottle leaks a bit of milk automatically when we tip it towards you - it's a Dr Browns - so i think you're learning that it's okay, and that there's milk in it. Or i hope so.

While you were sniffly you stopped sleeping through the night, going only two or three hours at a stretch, and that was hard. That was hard. And lucky M slept right on through it, fevering up our bed and making it too hot for me to sleep anyway. I feel like i'm surviving on a lot less sleep than i used to get, and oddly i don't miss it - i don't sleep a whole lot more hours, and i know i'm getting woken up, but it's somehow okay. I guess we go to bed a little earlier, still - for a while we were going to bed at, like, eight, which was really early for us - but it's been getting pushed back. So now i could finish an episode of House that starts at nine-fifteen.

Um, i've been watching a lot of crappy television, because it's hard playing video games when you only have one hand (because one hand is holding the baby) or no hands (because one hand is holding the baby, and one hand is having its pinky finger being sucked on). BBC shows - Big Cat Diary and What Not To Wear and that detective show with Meriadoc Brandybuck on it, before he was Meriadoc Brandybuck, and he's all cute and teenagery and small. Other nature shows - the Berlin zoo, however decent of a zoo it is in real life, has about twelve spinoff shows: Lions and Penguins, Elephants and Tigers, Bears and More Bears, Koalas and Lizards, Cheetahs and Polar Bears, Parrots and Monkeys, Chimps and ... sometimes it's like Law and Order was, that there's three different episodes of three different Berlin zoo shows on three different channels at the same time. We like the cat parts and the monkey parts, though it's hard flipping channels in German and keeping track of what's going on. I have to say the bears are my favorite, because they narrate for the bears: "Is there honey in this barrel? I think there might be. Maybe if i turn it and thump on it a bit with my nose. Or if i roll it along this ledge here." It's a good way to learn another language, bears.

Another good way to learn another language: being complimented every time i venture outside on how beautiful and sweet my baby is. Today it was the African expat selling Augustin magazines outside the U3 (he's complimented you before - he's always in the exact same place - i wonder if there are territories for selling magazines like there are on the Big Cat Diary show) and the lady in line at the city health insurance office. And while M doesn't like it if i say what a perfect little rosebud you are (he thinks i'm [spoiler alert] calling you a sled [end spoiler alert] - silly Daddy) - well, you're a perfect little rosebud all the same.

Labels: baby, mamadom, milestones

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