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Saturday, May 17, 2008

Little boy

He's not a baby anymore. He is firmly in the realm of toddler. He's got all of his canines and molars. We're waiting on the 2 year molars, but hopefully we get a little break before those hit. He's insanely active - running, jumping (with both feet) and he's mastered swinging on the rope in the last week. He relishes anything that garners a "whee" - swings, slides, hills in the car. He is putting together 2 and 3 word sentences, with remarkable clarity. He adores to "Hahg" (hug) and "tiss" (kiss) more than just about anything.

He's amazing. And, thankfully, still cuddly enough to keep me from missing him being a wee babe.

Tuesday, April 15, 2008

Teef

We have the tips of the lower canines. They both popped through over the weekend - which explains the crazy degree of crankiness, obscene diapers, drool and snot that we've been experiencing.

I'm going to miss the little gapped smile. He's losing the last vestiges of babyhood all too quickly.

Friday, March 07, 2008

PoP!

That would be the sound of my ER cherry. Don't worry. Everyone's fine.

I've never been to the ER. I've been to the minor emergency clinic a half dozen times. I've been to the doctor on a semi-emergency basis a couple of times. Never the ER, though.

Then...I had a boy of my own.

Today, we went to Auntie J's house for a play date. He and Mol were doing their standard stand on the table and yell "HI" at the poor, poor goldfish. Then there was a crash. And screaming. And blood. Inside and outside his mouth. I immediately thought the worst - bit through the lip.

We left Ryanne there. We drove to the ER. Chrys met us there. We waited for.freaking.ever.

He had a slight temp - discovered rectally...his first time. Oy, was he pissed. He was 26lbs14oz with his clothes on, but no shoes.

He was impatient, especially when I wouldn't nurse him without the ok from someone there. Once I was cleared to just try it and see, he was much calmer. He ran around like a crazy man, but stood perfectly still when the doctor came to examine his mouth. No tears when being looked at. No complaints. Very laid back. Lots of compliments on how patient he was.

Superficial facial laceration on the outside. Big, freaking hole on the inside that "will heal surprisingly quickly so we don't suture it." We were given a prescription for antibiotics to give him "just in case," but we plan to forego that in favor of the antibacterial properties of the breastmilk he drinks a dozen times a day.

Hopefully this won't become a regular event. Turns out, I don't like the ER any more than I thought I would.

Friday, February 29, 2008

Well, it was a good run

Corin has played with hiking his foot up on the edge of his crib now and then for some time now. He's never done more than hike a leg up and fall back down, though.

Well, now he's figured out how to reliably climb out of his crib. He did it twice on the way to sleep tonight.

It's been nice having him stay put. We'll have to come up with a new strategy to get him to stay put.

*sigh*