scrawls
still cheaper than therapy*


thirty-six weeks
And you are teething, and teething, and teething, the top two, and you are needy and screamy and wanting to nurse all the time, and mommy still has thrush so mommy doesn't really like that, and you have that awful cherry-tomato-firetruck-Ferrari-red red red teething diaper rash i've heard about, and oh god, your poor little butt hurts too, and your two ends are still so close together that having them both hurt is like having your whole little self hurt, and mommy just feels awful about that. Mommy is going to try really really hard to make it all as much better as i possibly can.

In other news, you don't need any silly rice cereal because you can eat rice! Though you are not so good with the forks, yet. And mommy has to feed it to you because you also can't quite pick it up - it's slippery and sticky but apparently in the wrong combination and just barely too small. You like playing with it, though. Also we fed you an ice cube earlier for the teething thing and while you liked it you had some big problems picking it up between just two fingers. Eventually (you're a total genius) you got it into your mouth and were happy.

And you can make it over the inch-and-a-half lip into the hallway from the, um, other hallway. You can't quite make it on to the futon but can maneuver your way off with multiple head-bonking-safe techniques. You are starting to kind of get your toes helping with the crawl; you may be a classic Vierbeiner yet ...

Oh, honey. I'm gonna go hug you. I'm so sorry about your teeth and your bum.

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