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9.1.08

fourteen weeks

Standing up. Yes, standing up from sitting down. And then sitting back down again and falling over. You can do these things if you are holding onto our fingers. There is also a game with the footstool: we lie you down on it and put our palms to the bottoms of your feet, and you scoot the footstool across the floor. And then we clap and cheer, and you smile, and we pull you back and do it again. You can scoot the footstool along with either leg. Also we were playing Mama Is A Jungle Gym earlier and you might have figured out how to roll over, on the bed, surrounded by pillows and blankets and protective arms.

However, yesterday, you first slept for a really long time, and then I pumped a little and took you to meet the babysitter - who's lovely, by the way - and left you there for about an hour, maybe, about an hour fifteen i think, and you ate a little bit from the bottle for her, but then on the way home again you fell asleep in the stroller and didn't wake up for HOURS (well, you didn't sleep at all on Monday, so maybe it evens out somehow - but anyway) and then i took the dogs for their evening walk and then by the time i got back, one side of me was all swolled up and pink and warm, and i was ucky feeling, and breastfeeding has been going really well so i have an absolute terror of thrush and plugged ducts and mastitis, so you nursed first on that side for the rest of last night, with massaging and tea and water for me, and by bedtime it was a little better. And less ucky feeling, and less warm. And this morning it was almost gone, and i am the luckiest person ever, and my immune system kicks butt: because if it wasn't all gone this morning we'd have been off to the birth clinic for a big old western-medicinal antibiotic prescription to take for a week or two. So i am going to really have to find time to pump when i go back to work next month, or life for mama is going to be not so much fun. Must remember to not sleep on my tummy, as well, and not on that side for a few more nights.

And all those things you've already grown out of - they're in a bag, on the extra baby hangers even, all packed up and ready to be donated. What fit in the bag, anyway. And not my favorite few outfits, and not the handmade, and there's quite a bit yet to go through after the bag was all full. Quite a bit, and you're growing out of more every other day. Those hangers take up room (which is now newly available space in your little night-stand). There is still half a drawer left of hangers but i can't somehow donate just hangers without clothes on them: it would be cheating, somehow, as the clothes-donation bin lists household textiles, towels and linens, but not household plastics. And creepy and weird, too. So as soon as they come and empty the nearest donation bin, we can stuff it all on inside.

However you've made quite the hobby of pooing the second i start the washing machine. Free time is limited.

Labels: baby, milestones

scrawled @ 13:55