I can’t say I’m surprised because I’ve seen his little feet take 2 or 3 steps on a few sporadic occasions. Yet, to see him really start to make progress toward actual walking, is a pretty cool feeling as a parent! Yes, I know I was one of those moms who back at 8 months thought for sure he would be walking really soon because he seemed so big, and flying through every milestone. I’m glad he waited. It’s kept him my baby a little while longer, and now it’s fun and exciting to think of all the running around he’ll be doing this summer!
Another big blog-worthy topic is the arrival of at least one other bottom tooth! I don’t think I reported when two more toppers popped through, but even so, it’s been a while, since we’ve had much action in the dental department (aside from the twice daily “brushing” of course). Yet last night, post-bath in a wide-mouthed belly-spoofing giggle I spied another pearly white on the bottom! Unless I missed its twin on the other side it takes his total tooth tally to a whopping 7!! I know it might not sound like much, but believe me, he’s not hurting for putting away the food!
Which brings me to our final “fun” event of the night morning day. Enjoying our dinner on the deck last night, Garth and I noticed that Calder seemed a little less thrilled by his meal than is usual. Playing more than eating, we figured it was the change of scenery, sleepiness, etc. that kept him from devouring his dinner. After slugging down about 6 of his 8 ounces of milk, we put him to bed where he snuggled without a peep….for about 15 minutes. Thankfully, we have an awesome video monitor, because the unholy mixture of what little dinner he did consume and the contents of this bottle, were splashed all about his crib without a sound! Had I not inquired about the odd look on the screen, I might have thought he was settled in peacefully.
Round one of puke sheets when well (with G’s help of course!!!) and we settled him in again. This time he fussed a bit, cried and zonked. About an hour later, there it was again. At that point, Garth left for school to make sub plans, and I was on baby/puke duty for about an hour and half. In that time, I personally went through three shirts, Calder through two sleepers (then I said to heck with it, you’re wearing just a diaper), three blankets and two sets of crib sheets! What could get better than that you ask? No. Laundry. Soap. That gargantuan jug of suds I bought on sale last week turned out to be fabric softener instead of detergent! Great. We improvised by using Woolite because there was no way I could leave those unwashed for an entire night!
After a few empty gags, we think he ran out of “fuel” for puking, which afforded each of us a pretty sound night’s sleep. Knowing we should go easy this morning, we made a 4oz bottle, which he finished in all of about 30 seconds!! We gave him a bit more, and he happily guzzled that as well. About 15 minutes later, we were cleaning up his breakfast. And so, the morning has gone, with my boys at home, and I at school (thanks to only a few sick days remaining and an impossible-to-leave-for-a-sub kind of day).
As I write, they should be en route to the doc to see if there’s anything we should do that we’re not doing. The weird part about all of this is that he’s running no fever and is perfectly content! He’s giggling, playing, laughing and (oh yeah) puking! Hopefully it won’t last too long, and double hopefully we won’t all end up with it!