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24.6.08

thirty-eight weeks

You like peaches. You like them with their skins on because they are easier to grip that way and not so slippery, so they don't run all over the floor, but then if you get a mouthful of peach skin it takes you about twenty minutes to either chew it all up and finally, finally swallow it, or spit it out, or somehow eventually i can get it sometimes out of your mouth. You hate it when i take peach skins out of your mouth, but Daddy is ruthless and can get them with just one try. I was giving you a bath and he gave you a nectarine and then left, and i had to try for ages to get it out of you because you weren't swallowing the skin, you can't really chew it yet, sweetie, and then he came back in and just like that it was out. Aargh. So mostly i give them to you with their skins off, all juicy and slippery and sticky, and then, well, now i really have to mop the floor. And they stain your clothes yellow. But it's really fun to watch. You also like fish, pineapple (in babyfood form), potatoes (in potato form), pasta - you love pasta because it's so easy to grab and we always get nice pasta, spirals or ribbedy ziti, and so of course they're easy to grab because spaghetti as spaghetti is stupid, spaghetti bolognese (in babyfood form), cheese, cucumber, yogurt, plain yogurt or strawberry or vanilla yogurt, oh, anything. And today, tonight, you ate more solid food in one sitting than i have ever seen. First you ate babyfood chickenandpotatoesandcorn, and then you ate babyfood strawberries, and then you ate half a rice cake and some babyfood pineapple, and then you ate a few handfuls of cheerios, and then you ate a big old pile of pasta spirals. And you drank a good bit of your water and then afterwards M gave you a big bite of nectarine and then after that you nursed. Hungry!

Um, i think you are having a growth spurt.

Thrush is slowly getting better. I read somewhere about sunshine and i think that is what is making it better. I have a new theory every day, i think. But the first day i sat myself in the sun for a gooood looooong time, it made a huge difference. And now i am attempting to sit in the sun every day (and it helps that it is, now, ACTUALLY SUNNY, where before i couldn't even attempt to take that advice because it was cloudy in the mornings and the mornings is when the sun hits our windows, and our apartment, at all, after about ten we're done, because i know the Europeans sunbathe topless in the park, right by all the cars driving by, but i don't think i am quite that European yet. Also how would i sunbathe? You don't sleep in the stroller if it's not moving, and keeping you out of the sun and me in it, especially for half an hour or more, that would be a lot of complication).

With it being finally sunny and warm and hot high summer here, though, and with the going to the park and going swimming and going out and having fun that you do with the tagesmutter, there's not really a way to keep a jar of milk properly cold for eight hours while you're outside having fun. And especially since i have the excess lipase and have to scald it all, it gets lumpy fast without the stupid soapy surfactant, and all the antibacterial properties are of course gone with the scalding as well. So you're on formula, for eight hours, two days a week.

I only have maybe a week or week and a half stash left in the freezer, but it's still kind of a bummer. And i'm pretty sure that with the being old and frozen and with the lipase and with the entirely wrong storage - um, we've been reusing glass yogurt jars, writing the dates on the top in Sharpie - and with the i only have about, what, forty or fifty ounces. Maybe. It's worth a shot. I can go ask about donating it on thursday (Eltern-Kind Zentrum: 3., Hagenmüllergasse 20: Donnerstag 13.30 bis 15.30 Uhr; 4., Favoritenstraße 18: 502 34-04890; Freitag 8.30 bis 10.30 Uhr) Worth a shot. And i can walk to the one on Favoriten. The first milk bank ever was in Vienna. They can tell me if they want it or not. Right?

Still three teeth. Big purple bruisey looking spot next to the top one, where we expect the next tooth to come out, but nothing white or sharp that i can feel with my finger. I bet you can feel it, though. Still not crawling-crawling, but ever faster. And you're thinking about it. I keep thinking you're gonna. And you've almost figured out how to get from sitting to crawling.

You're talking, though, you're so talking, you go dadadada dadadadada da dada mostly when you are happy. And there are many other syllables too - but usually you pick one for the day and do that one over and over again. Boobooo booooboooboo. Tistististis. Zazaza zaza zaza. Yeahyeah. Hi!. I think you might know what Hi! means. Because sometimes you say it at very appropriate times. (Or you did, well, once.) Total genius baby. But you are so uninterested in signing. You would rather be grabbing or pointing or doing something else with your hands, they are so useful. Sigh. Maybe later? I haven't been adding any new signs, but i'm not really entirely giving up either.

We went hiking on the weekend and it was miserably hot and so you, too, were miserably hot and the dog was miserably hot and i was miserably hot and M was miserably hot and then we got home and it was far too fucking hot to cook and i was too tired anyway and so we ordered pizza (you can eat pizza crust) and you got some potato salad at the top of the Kahlenberg, too. Potato salad is yummy. But we took the Ergo up and sometimes you were so miserably hot being held so close to somebody you just wanted to be taken out and held up and away and alone. And i'm awful sorry it was so hot, honey, your poor sweaty self. And you had to wear a sunhat and you kept taking it off. But you have to wear a sunhat. Then, though, then you slept so well afterwards! Well, we all did. But you go to sleep - we do have a proper routine, now, and it's sort of - well - you don't always cry, any more. You didn't cry at all tonight. For instance. We have dinner and then we brush teeth and have a bath and then we get neugewickelt and pajamaed and then there is a story and then there is a song and if i am the one putting you down then there is nursing during the song, and if M is the one putting you down then nursing happens between dinner and toothbrushing. And during the song, between each verse, one says that was four verses, now there are only six more, and then i'll put you down and you'll close your eyes and you'll sleep all night and then you do it. Amazingly. You are the best baby ever.

I have to learn more lullabies, though.

Labels: baby, food, milestones

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