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17.6.08

thirty-seven weeks

You officially have three teeth: the one on the top left came in. I'm expecting its neighbor shortly.

Momma continues to have thrush on one side. But i'm following now the very very extra extra traditional traditional advice of a local lactation consultant (which, yes, i found from la leche liga's website, and also, yes, i had to talk to her entirely auf deutsch und so ich glaube das that is a great accomplischment fur mich): application of topfen, for half an hour to an hour, three times a day. Topfen is extra-super-duper-traditional as being the Austrian variety of cottage cheese: so this is, like, the weirdest thing i have ever done. To give him credit, the previous doctor (who we're still not going back to) said the same thing, but only once a day for twenty minutes. Clearly incompetent, right? Twenty minutes, pah. Anyway, if twenty minutes was helping a little, i really really hope three hours helps a lot.

The UEFA cup is helpful, because i can put it on and then watch half a soccer match and they do the timing for me. But Les Bleus are losing and one man down - they're booking people like it's the Kentucky Derby - and Ribery is hurt!

You are crawling faster and faster and i feel like i say that a lot, but you keep getting faster and more efficient - you're now, sometimes, really pushing a bit with your toes as well and while you're still not doing the "standard" crawl you are now picking up your belly a bit and watching you learn is so small and incremental and basic but it's also like watching the space shuttle take off (seriously, you kick off clouds of dog hair behind you), and you're doing this all on your own, with no team back in Houston to catch you, my little genius girl, and every time you crash and burn and topple and bonk your head or get stuck halfway over a pillow and wail for help you learn, you are such a fierce little learning machine, and you never make the same mistake twice.

In Thank You, Captain Obvious land, you also like raspberries. (Though i only give you the good ones. But, honey, if there was only one raspberry, i'd let you eat it, because you'd still tongue-thrust it halfway back out and i could lick it off your chin all the same.) You make this face when you eat tarty fruits - the squinty deliciousness, and you shake your head and go all pointy looking - and then you open your mouth wide for more. When you eat potatoes you always get too excited and try to swallow before you're really ready. And you keep trying to chew the purees - which, honestly, i just bought all those jars of baby food, one jar of each thing, to try and keep track of the things you've eaten and try and make sure you start out with a pretty good variety, a relatively balanced diet, over the course of a week or something, so i went and bought one jar of every kind of baby food for your age level. To make sure that you get some peaches and some spinach and some carrots and some beef and some pears, because left to my own devices would i ever buy pears in, you know, pear form? Probably not. And if you're allergic to anything common, well, we want to know that, but i'd totally forget to feed you blueberries because a whole blueberry is probably still a choking hazard and we haven't got a blender (or room for one) and so the baby food blueberries are the only choice. Besides, in the meantime, you eat a lot of bread and some bits of pasta and you had cucumber yesterday and it sure seemed like you liked it - i took the skin off for you - but what does a cucumber taste like to not like? You like things that are crunchy but that disintegrate. Rice cakes. Feta cheese. Cheerios. We keep a Tupperware full of Cheerios now in the living room on the (new!) computer desk. The dog has either not found it yet or has decided that it's too much of a pain to obtain. Lucky us. Things that are not crunchy are not so interesting: rice as rice, pancake (which has cooked egg in it, and you were fine!), white sliced sandwich bread. Also not your favorites are things that don't disintegrate: bell peppers, quesadilla, lettuce. Tomatoes i read somewhere that you shouldn't have until you're one (i think they were acidic, or something? Really i don't remember) but we have a jar of four-months-plus baby-food spaghetti bolognese and i think when you're done with the - what are we on now? - erdbeeren, we'll crack that one, because i cook with a lot of tomatoes, and as soon as you can eat tomatoes we can feed you (for instance) tomato-chickpea soup, or nice curries, or, well, pasta, because also if left to my own devices we would eat a heck of a lot of pasta, so that will be a big day. Must remember to feed you mushrooms before then. So: it's eierschwammerlwochen already downstairs. mmm.

Labels: baby, breastfeeding, milestones

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