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My life as a Mom

Experimentation into the effects of gravity on everyday objects continues.  Thus far, results have been inconclusive.

Category A: Things Which Fall On The Floor When You Drop Them

• plastic cup
• book
• other book
• pacifier 
• magazine
• napkin
• apricot slice
• sippy cup
• bottle
• stuffed toy
• rattle
• wooden blocks
• other wooden blocks

 Category B: Things Which Do Not Fall On The Floor When Dropped 

• [remains empty]

Clearly, further investigation is warranted…

I’ve just registered at Sproglogs and entered in all of Pickle’s height and weight info from his yellow card. It’s all information I have, but now in handy interbunny chart form!

I haven’t added anything else because I already have all his pictures up on Flickr and videos on Youtube and milestone “diary entries” here. But if I ever need to look at his growth curve online, I am *all* *set*.

I don’t think the Pickle has an excessive amount of toys, but we do have a fair amount.  Between gifts and hand-me-downs we’ve recieved and the occasional Babies R Us impulse buy, he’s got a pretty decent collection.  And yet, his favorite things to play with are, in no particular order:

• my glasses
• the remote control
• plastic cups
• the top to one of our tupperware containers
• his own hands and feet
• random bits of paper

Sigh.  Babies.

…today.

1. Head injury.  Pickle can now pull himself up from a sitting position to standing…almost.  He’s done it exactly twice and his balance, to put it mildly, sucks.  One wobble and BOOM!  He’s back down on the ground, and pissed about it.  Meaning that Mom’s job is to hover around him and cushion the fall, except when he’s too fast for me.  Oops.

(On a side note - any moms of older kids reading this whose kids pulled up sitting–>standing before they mastered lying down–>sitting?  Because the Pickle has never once pulled himself into a sitting position.  I’m not worried, just curious.  How many babies actually go through all the stages of mobility in the “correct” order?)

2. Poison. Pickle likes to play with paper.  And by play with I mean chew on.  And by chew on I mean eat.  And because I’m mean, I try my best not to let him actually swallow any because lord knows what kind of toxic chemicals go into newsprint.  The key word being “try.”

3. Electrical fire.  Did you know that if you over-microwave a chunk of butternut squash, it will turn into a toxic-smelling black lump that sticks to the bottom of the whatever you had it sitting in?  Okay, maybe that one was my fault.  But it was supposed to be for his dinner.  (He had some pureed peas instead.  Gotta get those veggies in somehow!  Otherwise, dinner was a teething biscuit, a piece of banana, half an apricot, and some yogurt.)

4. Drowning. My dear darling boy, pulling up in the bathtub is such a bad idea I don’t even know where to begin.  Looks like the end of the baby bath for us, which means I need to buy a big squishy bathmat this weekend.

You see this recipe, and instantly think, “Ooh, my 7-month old would LOVE that!”

In other baby news, Little Pickle slept through the night last night (he only woke up at 5 because DH went in to check on him after HE woke up and realized that he’d skipped his usual midnight feeding), but woke up with a low-grade fever, almost certainly a side-effect of the flu shot & other vaccines he got yesterday. (And boy do I know that feeling. Being old enough to know I’m not actually sick doesn’t make the immune response feel any less crappy.) So I’m not holding my breath for a repeat performance tonight - I’d rather have him feeling well and waking up than feeling lousy and sleeping through, you know? DH stayed home with him and he’s been getting lots of love and infant Tylenol. Hopefully he’ll start feeling better by tomorrow.

You Know You’re A Parent When…

…you’re doing the dishes on New Year’s Day, and you reach for a bottle brush to clean the champagne flutes.

(They’re the *perfect* shape! In fact, I’m sending this to ParentHacks right now. We’ll see if it makes the cut.)