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19.8.08

forty-six weeks

That is a lot of weeks. I'm just sayin'.

You have figured out how to drink from a straw, and you have figured out how to get onto the futon from any angle and any side. Notably the high part in the front, when it is folded into a couch.

You are still a lovely little travel bug, being very good on the train to both the Czech Republic and to Budapest. Also we have learned while borrowing P's car seat (which was already installed, and we figured it was safer to put you in it than to take it apart) that you don't appear to mind riding in cars if you are facing the front, rather than facing the back like you're supposed to until you're one. But seeing as how you'll be riding in cars approximately only twice more between now and your first birthday (which is in, gulp, a month and a half), and having Happy Mama and Forward-Facing, Chill Baby is probably much safer for everybody on the road than having Panicky Mama Attempting To Soothe Backward-Facing Screaming Like She's Possessed By A Demon Howler Monkey Baby, a decision has been made. If you prove at some point on the long long car trip to also strenuously object to riding forward-facing, then you're going in backwards again.

Oh, except i think the tagesmutter is taking you all to Burgenland tomorrow. In her car. (Which is all of a twenty minute drive - they call it a state but in terms of what we're used to, it is just slightly larger than Rhode Island, and it's still only the third smallest. But here we can be in another country in under an hour.) Anyway, i'm not going: and so if you are screamy in the car, it is all her and her magical powers, and i am blissfully unaware. She does take you on wonderful field trips, Little - not just to the pool and the zoo, but big open fields and forests and i don't know where all. Obviously we are going to have to get you the anti-tick-encephalitis vaccine when you hit the big 0-1.

And you did like the food in Hungary. Of course you did: there was breakfast, and they have paprika for breakfast, lescho with peppers and eggs and sausages, and paprikas for lunch and paprikas for dinner, and eggy noodles and dumplings, and breads, and fruits and yogurt and sweet things.

Except what with you liking the food, whatever i got my food poisoning from, you didn't get as much of it, but you got a decent bit, and were accordingly grouchy and explosive. We went through enough diapers to fill a Volkswagen. And since i was sick and completely out of it, i'm not entirely sure, but i think you were in disposable dipes the whole time - rather easier than washing out dozens of possibly pathogenic clothies. And that's without taking into account that we're starting to wear out the clothies - they're on at least their third baby, now, with you, all those prefolds, and if Mom is right about the contour ones (the ones i keep thinking might be good to use as liners, they're so teency, but that we don't actually use that much) then they might even be on their third generation, so if they're starting to wear thin in spots then they've had a damned good run of it. But we are starting to use some of them for cleaning up other things with and then tossing them - once they are actually see-thru they are not so very absorbent any more. And of course the slightly stretchy ones i liked are the ones that are going downhill fastest. Sadly.

I bet if we had been putting them in the clothes dryer instead of line drying them they'd be all entirely disintegrated by now, though. So there's that. Go us!

I keep thinking you are going to start walking but you haven't yet.

We're still breastfeeding, but being sick was a hell of a wrench. My supply was entirely weird, so so so low, and i know you were getting formula while i was sleeping, which probably didn't help your poor tummy, and i'm sorry. And i have decided that, finally, i can't deal with this any more, and i'm going to try and wean you from one side and just feed you with the other. The thrush itself is gone but i'm all cracked and chapped and every time you even look at that side i stiffen up because i know it's going to hurt, it's like picking a neverending scab in a Very Sensitive Area, and so you're all done with Righty. I've got cabbage leaves on it and we'll see how that does. But i've been nursing you preferentially on the other for a while already and you can go a whole day nursing on just the left, so i think this is a possible solution. I thought being sick had given me enough time to heal and i looked better but then you nursed on that side and it was right back to where it was, scaly and red and flaking and cracked and just about on fire, and honey, i love you, i do, but you'll be one in a month and a half, and if that's the goalpost then i can do that with one side. I think. And if i can't do that with one side then somehow i will learn to live with myself.

Either way i am going to smell like cabbage later.

Labels: baby, breastfeeding, milestones

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