We've had several interesting evenings with you, Socha.
First the literal $#!t-storm: Two nights ago, while we were enjoying dinner in the dining hall, you started grunting and straining and getting all red in the face. We tried to explain that it's rude to fill your pants at the dinner table, but you really weren't interested in an etiquette lesson. So your Dad picked you up out of your high chair - he hadn't gotten a whiff of you yet - and brought you in to give you a hug. Luckily I made a sound or he actually got a whiff before he put you over his head on his shoulders because you had an EPIC poopsplosion blowout! Pictures would have been just too graphic, so a short description will have to suffice. You hadn't pooped for over 36 hours, so you had a lot of stuff to get out. And it mostly got out on your belly and up to your chest! I don't think there is a diaper big enough to hold the amount of $#!t coming out of you. Luckily, all the other diners at our table had already left, so they didn't get to enjoy this lovely sight and scent. And luckily we had enough wipes AND a fresh change of clothes for you in our diaper bag. We weren't sure how to get your onesie off without wiping poop all over your face, but somehow we managed. After we got you cleaned up in the dining hall bathroom (I'm so sorry we left such an awful stench in there), we rushed home to give you a full-on bath and dig the poop out of your belly button with a q-tip. Ah, the joys of parenthood...
Then the first figurative $#!t-storm: Last night you completely lost it. You just simply did not want to sleep. We're sure that you're teething right now, so we're giving you baby tylenol practically all the time, and then to add insult to injury, you are going through a massive growth spurt. I'm pretty sure you've grown a centimeter in length (at least) in just the last week. Last week you fit into a particular set of PJs, and this week you're too long for them. And all the (probably super-expensive) snowsuits that have been handed down to us are starting to look a little short too. So, I imagine that you are having some aches and pains due to growing along with your achy gums. Poor thing. And this is probably why you didn't want to sleep last night. You were both hungry and achy and just didn't know what to do with yourself. You practically did laps around the changing table after your bath and you were squirmy while I tried to feed you before bed. You seemed to calm down as I read you a book several times (My Many Colored Days - Dr. Seuss). And I guess you went to sleep fairly easily that time. But you woke up 2 hours later wailing like mad. I got you to calm down and sleep again for about another hour. Then your Dad ended up sitting up with you for an hour and a half - feeding you several bottles, letting you play for a bit, and then waiting outside your door as he listened to you making noises in your crib - unsure if you were actually sleeping yet. This was at 1:30am. Then you woke up again a little over an hour later. You were inconsolable. I got up this time and nursed you and fed you another bottle (growth spurt?!) and you finally - finally - fell asleep around 2:30am. Then you slept for 7 straight hours. Not bad after the craziness of the first part of the night.
Then the second figurative $#!t-storm: This evening you completely lost it in the dining hall. Usually you love being in the dining hall. It seems like you love the noise and all the movement. You're always very active and usually very happy and flirty with the people around us. Not tonight! A colleague offered to hold you while we ate and the second he sat down with you (only a few feet away, on the other side of the table from us), you burst into panicked tears. I've never seen or heard you cry like that. You acted as if your Dad and I completely abandoned you. It was so pitiful. So I took you back and ate with you on my lap. Then another colleague (who hadn't seen this first incident) looked like he really wanted to hold you, so I let him have a shot - instant panicked tears again! But he was able to distract you by showing you the ornaments on the Christmas tree. Finally, a third colleague only wanted a high-five from you, but the minute he touched your hand you started shrieking those panicked tears again. And even some ladies tried to make you smile, but you were having none of it. I suspect you were just VERY tired and that maybe you're starting to feel a little bit of separation anxiety. Hopefully you won't be this sensitive tomorrow in the dining hall.
Then the snowstorm: Today you witnessed your first true snowfall with accumulation. So you and I went for a long walk down south mill road during the brisk afternoon. Your cheeks got so rosy. You seemed to just love looking all around you and breathing in the cold air. You didn't complain once as we walked for 40 minutes or so. I had you dressed up in the almost too small for you down snowsuit, along with some pretty hip leg warmers (see evidence below), so I think you were quite toasty. When we got home I went ahead and let you crawl around in the snow a bit, though I don't think you were all that interested in the white stuff on the ground.
And finally, peas: I tried feeding you avocado a couple of times so far. Sad to say, you really don't like avocado. In fact, it makes you cry. I'll take that as a rejection more than just your funny surprised face when you try something new. Today we tried peas. At first you were a bit suspect, but you were willing to try more. This morning you didn't eat too much and definitely didn't ask for more. But this evening you actually asked for more. We're slowly adding things to your diet to make it more varied: rice cereal, yams, oatmeal, (avocado), peas. Next I think we'll try either squash or bananas. I have all the stuff here to make the food for you, but I decided it would be good to have some jar food on hand in case we run out of home-made stuff. Tomorrow I plan to make some yams, squash, oatmeal, and bananas to freeze for future use. But we'll keep on with the peas for two more days before we try something new. I love watching you eat because you get really into it and grunt and chomp down on your spoon. And you just keep eating and eating and eating (growth spurt?!). Oh, the raspberrying with food in your mouth is actually hilarious, but let's not make a habit of it, OK (I say with a stern look on my face, trying desperately not to laugh)?
First the literal $#!t-storm: Two nights ago, while we were enjoying dinner in the dining hall, you started grunting and straining and getting all red in the face. We tried to explain that it's rude to fill your pants at the dinner table, but you really weren't interested in an etiquette lesson. So your Dad picked you up out of your high chair - he hadn't gotten a whiff of you yet - and brought you in to give you a hug. Luckily I made a sound or he actually got a whiff before he put you over his head on his shoulders because you had an EPIC poopsplosion blowout! Pictures would have been just too graphic, so a short description will have to suffice. You hadn't pooped for over 36 hours, so you had a lot of stuff to get out. And it mostly got out on your belly and up to your chest! I don't think there is a diaper big enough to hold the amount of $#!t coming out of you. Luckily, all the other diners at our table had already left, so they didn't get to enjoy this lovely sight and scent. And luckily we had enough wipes AND a fresh change of clothes for you in our diaper bag. We weren't sure how to get your onesie off without wiping poop all over your face, but somehow we managed. After we got you cleaned up in the dining hall bathroom (I'm so sorry we left such an awful stench in there), we rushed home to give you a full-on bath and dig the poop out of your belly button with a q-tip. Ah, the joys of parenthood...
Then the first figurative $#!t-storm: Last night you completely lost it. You just simply did not want to sleep. We're sure that you're teething right now, so we're giving you baby tylenol practically all the time, and then to add insult to injury, you are going through a massive growth spurt. I'm pretty sure you've grown a centimeter in length (at least) in just the last week. Last week you fit into a particular set of PJs, and this week you're too long for them. And all the (probably super-expensive) snowsuits that have been handed down to us are starting to look a little short too. So, I imagine that you are having some aches and pains due to growing along with your achy gums. Poor thing. And this is probably why you didn't want to sleep last night. You were both hungry and achy and just didn't know what to do with yourself. You practically did laps around the changing table after your bath and you were squirmy while I tried to feed you before bed. You seemed to calm down as I read you a book several times (My Many Colored Days - Dr. Seuss). And I guess you went to sleep fairly easily that time. But you woke up 2 hours later wailing like mad. I got you to calm down and sleep again for about another hour. Then your Dad ended up sitting up with you for an hour and a half - feeding you several bottles, letting you play for a bit, and then waiting outside your door as he listened to you making noises in your crib - unsure if you were actually sleeping yet. This was at 1:30am. Then you woke up again a little over an hour later. You were inconsolable. I got up this time and nursed you and fed you another bottle (growth spurt?!) and you finally - finally - fell asleep around 2:30am. Then you slept for 7 straight hours. Not bad after the craziness of the first part of the night.
Then the second figurative $#!t-storm: This evening you completely lost it in the dining hall. Usually you love being in the dining hall. It seems like you love the noise and all the movement. You're always very active and usually very happy and flirty with the people around us. Not tonight! A colleague offered to hold you while we ate and the second he sat down with you (only a few feet away, on the other side of the table from us), you burst into panicked tears. I've never seen or heard you cry like that. You acted as if your Dad and I completely abandoned you. It was so pitiful. So I took you back and ate with you on my lap. Then another colleague (who hadn't seen this first incident) looked like he really wanted to hold you, so I let him have a shot - instant panicked tears again! But he was able to distract you by showing you the ornaments on the Christmas tree. Finally, a third colleague only wanted a high-five from you, but the minute he touched your hand you started shrieking those panicked tears again. And even some ladies tried to make you smile, but you were having none of it. I suspect you were just VERY tired and that maybe you're starting to feel a little bit of separation anxiety. Hopefully you won't be this sensitive tomorrow in the dining hall.
Then the snowstorm: Today you witnessed your first true snowfall with accumulation. So you and I went for a long walk down south mill road during the brisk afternoon. Your cheeks got so rosy. You seemed to just love looking all around you and breathing in the cold air. You didn't complain once as we walked for 40 minutes or so. I had you dressed up in the almost too small for you down snowsuit, along with some pretty hip leg warmers (see evidence below), so I think you were quite toasty. When we got home I went ahead and let you crawl around in the snow a bit, though I don't think you were all that interested in the white stuff on the ground.
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| Look at those rosy cheeks! |
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| Can you believe the outfits my parents make me wear? |
And finally, peas: I tried feeding you avocado a couple of times so far. Sad to say, you really don't like avocado. In fact, it makes you cry. I'll take that as a rejection more than just your funny surprised face when you try something new. Today we tried peas. At first you were a bit suspect, but you were willing to try more. This morning you didn't eat too much and definitely didn't ask for more. But this evening you actually asked for more. We're slowly adding things to your diet to make it more varied: rice cereal, yams, oatmeal, (avocado), peas. Next I think we'll try either squash or bananas. I have all the stuff here to make the food for you, but I decided it would be good to have some jar food on hand in case we run out of home-made stuff. Tomorrow I plan to make some yams, squash, oatmeal, and bananas to freeze for future use. But we'll keep on with the peas for two more days before we try something new. I love watching you eat because you get really into it and grunt and chomp down on your spoon. And you just keep eating and eating and eating (growth spurt?!). Oh, the raspberrying with food in your mouth is actually hilarious, but let's not make a habit of it, OK (I say with a stern look on my face, trying desperately not to laugh)?
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