Apparently getting five (?) teeth at one time is no fun. So tonight might look a lot like this.
What’s in store
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Category Archives: Keeghan
You oughtta be in pictures
Overheard
Me: (to Michael) Sophie has been trying to teach Keeghan to say, “monkey see, monkey do.”
Ian: No, Mommy, it’s “Monty SEE, Monty DO.”
Me: Monty? Who’s Monty? It’s definitely “monkey see, monkey do.”
Ian: No. There’s no monkey.
HOW many?
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.
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.
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.”
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.
I’ve advanced
Having grown bored of the paperbacks on the lower shelves, Keeghan is reaching for the hardbacks that are kept above his head.
Time to upgrade security
We’ve been using a temporary gate to keep Keeghan from enjoying such delightful pastimes as pillaging the bottom of the china cabinet and licking the bathroom floor.
Remember this?
Yesterday he decided it was worth defeating the gate. So he did. He slid the pack and play out from the wall and pulled the other end out from behind the cabinet. Then he checked to make sure he’d defeated it and crowed over its demise.
Then he turned around to go and do this:
Because all of that was about winning. He didn’t actually want to leave.