I can see at least four teeth about to break through. I guess he’s trying to be very efficient in the teething department. Here, finally, is a decent shot of #3, which popped out on Groundhog Day.
HOW many?
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The Fly in the Ointment
What should have been a flawless, delightful afternoon turned into a Teachable Moment today thanks to some Mean Kids.
I had somehow failed to notice that there is now a huge, sandy area near the playground, so I didn’t pack any of Ian’s digging toys. (they are calling this a “sand volleyball” area. Also known as several square yards of preschooler HEAVEN.)
Unfortunately, the kids who HAD brought an entire toy aisle worth of beach toys were not merely uninterested in sharing them, they were really enjoying the opportunity to deny other kids something they wanted. My uber-friendly kid just didn’t understand this, so I was really proud of him when he finally accepted that, although he knew them, he should move on. It was a good opportunity to discuss the fact that not everyone wants to be friends, and that even normally friendly people don’t always behave in a friendly way.
As for the kid who rode his bike right into my friend Danette, I don’t think we learned anything there except that dodging is a good skill.
And I will start keeping sand toys in the trunk, since apparently we’re going to keep having spring days in February.
Signs of Spring
My Valentine’s Eve dinner date
Turkey and Sweet Potatoes
I just bought jarred baby food for the very first time. Yeah, I know, it seems like it would have come up before. Actually, it still wouldn’t have except Keeghan still only has two teeth. Ian was pretty well on table foods by 9 months, since he had eight choppers already. In addition to having less chew power, Keeghan is pickier. He doesn’t like baby food once it’s been frozen. Which means I have to make it in very small batches every couple of days.
And that, ladies and gentlemen, is when “unacceptable extravagance” became “the baby can have good nutrition and I don’t have to wash the food processor again.”
Hooray For The Industrial Revolution.
Be my Valentine
The heavyweight title goes to…
Why does dressing the baby always feel like there should be a bell to signal the round is over? This kid can SQUIRM, I tell you!
I know this looks pretty good, but in fact he’s only wearing one shoe. A friend pointed out that at least it’s one more than Ian wore…
Rain, rain, go away…
A chilly drizzle day meant we had to stay indoors… No problem, Keeghan will just spend a little time with his favorite puzzle.
Ian was perfectly able to occupy himself, too.
His father asked him why he’d spent the afternoon systematically trashing his room. He replied, “it’s just what I do.”
Hardier crop than usual
Normally these would be on their last legs around here…
Must be the end times
If you’ve ever had a baby, you’ve heard the phrase, “do you know your baby is missing a shoe/sock?” so often that you’ve started answering “excuse me, ma’am?” with “yes, it’s in my pocket.”
And if you’re a knitter, you know there’s nothing nicer than home made booties, until baby starts pulling up and you learn why baby socks have no-slip appliqués on the bottoms.
Three years ago we were deep in Ian’s “won’t wear shoes” phase and I was working hard on booties of every description. After a lengthy perusal of the Ravelry forums, I concluded that gel-style fabric paint was a good option for non-slippage. It worked great and didn’t look bad, since the bottoms of booties are often visible. But, after three years in storage, it turned hard and slick, which is no use. So I’m retro-fitting Ian’s old booties with puff paint.
I originally made these with ties. Which worked fine for Ian, who was walking. But on a crawler/scooter/tiny trouble maker, they don’t work so well. So I’ve replaced them with knitted elastic. Which seems to be working. So maybe baby booties that stay on are not a sign of the end of the world. At least, not just yet.