Another milestone reached. This is surely an occasion to note down ready to recant when our little boy brings home his first girlfriend.
19th November 2006 – our beautiful baby baked his first potato, chopped his first log, christened a boat, produced his first turd, laid a baby egg, fired his first cannonball, dropped his first bona fide solid load.
I guess we can wave goodbye to the breastmilk poop, the new diet is obviously kicking in!
Sam has more teeth coming on the bottom. I try to see what is going on in his little mouth but he is uncooperative and pushes his tongue in the way and screams at me. I see three teeth for sure though. That’s not right…supposedly teeth come in two at the bottom, two at the top, and then the rest fill in. The surprise third bottom tooth would explain the crankiness of late though. Despite trying to peer in with the aid of a torch I can’t tell whether tooth number three has a partner or not.
Sam must have also had a bit of a growth spurt recently. It was Thanksgiving today and Bill dressed him to go visit the family for dinner. When we got there I took him out of his car seat and realised that his long full length dungarees were now rather more like shorts on him. His nappy was also exploding out of his crotch where the snaps would no longer fasten. These were his nice long dungarees that I rely on to cover his legs up and keep him warm. Crikey! I swear they fit him just fine last week! Bill might just have to relent and allow me to dress Sam in the legwarmers I made for him, in public! Shock! Horror!
Oh yes, I mentioned it was Thanksgiving today. We drove down to Madison to meet up with members of the family for a lovely meal at a dude ranch. Sam had a great time and as well as experiencing his first Thanksgiving he also got to eat at the table with the rest of us for the first time. I had prepared him a delicious meal of baked pumpkin, rice and carrot as a first course. This was followed up with tasty stewed apple, Braeburns no less. A rather fitting variety for his first taste of apple. Most of it seemed to go into his mouth and not down his front and he had a great time sat in the high chair banging away on the plastic tray in front of him and being watched by all at the table.
Speaking of high chairs I wish that cheap arse one we want from Ikea would get back in stock, every time we go to buy it they are out. By the time we manage to get hold of one my dear husband is going to be doubled in size thanks to the Swedish meatballs he insists on scarfing down every time we go.
Am so glad we got to have a nice meal out with the in-laws, especially Bill’s mom who’s had a rough time lately and relieved us by looking very well and chipper today. Shame though that it was hard to relax and talk to anyone properly while on mummy duty. Oh well, I guess I’ll get better at multi-tasking someday.
Great, Sam is back up and wailing again. This teething business is really no fun at all. The poor baby barely seems to sleep at night now and instead wants to spend the hours feeding and gnawing on me. It’s getting a bit much and I can’t just keep placating him with milky milky all night, especially now he’s getting teeth and I’m getting concerned about possible decay due to milk settling on his teeth at night. Nothing else seems to calm him though and oh my gosh my head is about to split open if I have to listen to him crying any longer. What’s better, a headache or chomped boobies? Gah. Where’s my happy, sleeping, good baby gone?! Thank goodness I had a nice nap when we got home this evening and Bill’s been giving me a break from rabid Sam. Speaking of whom, sounds like hubby’s buckled and Sam has been relocated to the swing. Peace reigns briefly once more.