Odds and Ends
Aidan' first full week of daycare is over! And he did pretty well, all things considered-- Monday he was super upset, but they say that's normal coming off the weekend. Wednesday he showered the daycare workers with love and poo... final score: Aidan 1, previously-white-onesy 0. However, he caught a cold somewhere along the way, and now he's snuffling and pitiful. Which is tragic because it makes me break a promise I made to myself a long, long time ago.
You see, I hate those snot-sucker things parents have to use on infants. HATE them. As in, my first memory of this world and all it's splendor is of my mother sitting me on a counter and cramming one up my nose. But....well, he just sounds so sad, snuffling and sneezing. And the last few nights when he sleeps, it sounds pretty snotty and hard to breahte. So, grudgingly, I have taken up the tradition of nose goblin sucking. Sigh.
Moving on, we had an interesting time last night-- Mom fed him as usual around 10:30, but I guess when she put him back in his crib she laid him facing the other way. So a few hours, she kicked me out of bed to go check him because he was wheezing. Well, I walked in the room and saw in the dim light a thrashing blanket where his head was supposed to be, and almost had a heart attack. I threw it off to make sure he was breathing, and....no head. I couldn't see well enough to notice his feet, and I was really tired. This being the case, I had two simultaneous thoughts: 1.) How did he manage to get his head INSIDE his pajamas?!?!? 2.) Is is possible to accidentally decapitate yourself with a binky?!?!? So I did the only thing a highly irrational, sleep-deprived, adrenaline fueled father could: prepared to give infant CRP to him. I realized he was turned around only because he kicked me in the face as I was going for the mouth-to-mouth part.
One last thing-- food. Aidan has now had 2 kinds of "solid" food: applesauce and sweet potatoes. And he loves both of them. It's hilarious to watch him eat, because once he starts (for me, anway-- he seems to be calmer for Mom) he FREAKS OUT if you don't shove more food in his little toothless cavern every 2 seconds. He's learning now that one cannot eat mush if one already has something else occupying one's mouth, such as one's hands or one's plastic toys. Of course, once he's a little older I'll show him a few ways around that particular limitation, but for now it's better this way. Because once something gets into his mouth at feeding time it soon develops a hard oatmeal-and-spit layer on the outside of it, and it's a pain to clean.
Gotta go-- my little guy is going to bed, so I've going to take the chance to eat a rare hot meal before 7!
You see, I hate those snot-sucker things parents have to use on infants. HATE them. As in, my first memory of this world and all it's splendor is of my mother sitting me on a counter and cramming one up my nose. But....well, he just sounds so sad, snuffling and sneezing. And the last few nights when he sleeps, it sounds pretty snotty and hard to breahte. So, grudgingly, I have taken up the tradition of nose goblin sucking. Sigh.
Moving on, we had an interesting time last night-- Mom fed him as usual around 10:30, but I guess when she put him back in his crib she laid him facing the other way. So a few hours, she kicked me out of bed to go check him because he was wheezing. Well, I walked in the room and saw in the dim light a thrashing blanket where his head was supposed to be, and almost had a heart attack. I threw it off to make sure he was breathing, and....no head. I couldn't see well enough to notice his feet, and I was really tired. This being the case, I had two simultaneous thoughts: 1.) How did he manage to get his head INSIDE his pajamas?!?!? 2.) Is is possible to accidentally decapitate yourself with a binky?!?!? So I did the only thing a highly irrational, sleep-deprived, adrenaline fueled father could: prepared to give infant CRP to him. I realized he was turned around only because he kicked me in the face as I was going for the mouth-to-mouth part.
One last thing-- food. Aidan has now had 2 kinds of "solid" food: applesauce and sweet potatoes. And he loves both of them. It's hilarious to watch him eat, because once he starts (for me, anway-- he seems to be calmer for Mom) he FREAKS OUT if you don't shove more food in his little toothless cavern every 2 seconds. He's learning now that one cannot eat mush if one already has something else occupying one's mouth, such as one's hands or one's plastic toys. Of course, once he's a little older I'll show him a few ways around that particular limitation, but for now it's better this way. Because once something gets into his mouth at feeding time it soon develops a hard oatmeal-and-spit layer on the outside of it, and it's a pain to clean.
Gotta go-- my little guy is going to bed, so I've going to take the chance to eat a rare hot meal before 7!
posted by Clueless Dad | 5:06 PM
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