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I’m afraid we’re going to have to move.  Everything in our house is now a hazard to our child’s health.  We’re weighing the pros and cons considering a sterile, padded room vs. raising our very own bubble boy.  Even if we go for the bubble, we don’t have room where we currently live so we’ll need to move within the week.  If anyone has any good leads, please let us know.  Time is of the essence and our child’s life is at stake.

Liam has forgotten how to crawl since his breakthrough yesterday.  I’d be happy about it for selfish reasons except that he’s very upset about the situation in general.  Cranky babies are just not as much fun…

Is it reinforcing unwanted behavior when Liam suddenly spits the paci across the room and my response is uncontrollable peels of laughter?

If so, I’m afraid his new favorite thing to do is spit baby food while laughing.  That gets me every time.

He finally did it.

Now–what was the first thing he crawled to get, you might ask?

It was the laptop cord, of course.

My only goal with this kid is ensuring that he does not follow in his father’s footsteps and try to fly.

At least Scottish Rite is very nearby…

I would greatly appreciate it if you decided that the most interesting toy in the room is not the tag on the new basket, the door stop that’s missing the rubber part, or the nearest electrical cord. You have a plethora of brightly colored toys that are generally safe for you to play with, given that they’re made for children. I’ll even let you play with nothing but my Nalgene bottle and the cashew container that you love so much if you’ll stop trying to stick your tongue in the electrical socket. Thanks for your cooperation.

Love,

Mama

I hate our camera. It takes 2 pictures and then the batteries die. It also takes 30 seconds to take a picture which means we have 1,000s of horrible pictures of Liam and very few really good ones. We’re missing the opportunity to have a pictorial chronicle of the life of our son. He’s getting bigger every day and we’re missing it because our camera is horrible. This makes me sad.

I’m still holding on in fervent, false hope that our child will remain relatively immobile until we come back from Florida in mid-August.  I have regular daydreams that involve him ingesting handfuls of sand…

While I’m not doing anything to discourage him from crawling, I’m also not encouraging it in any active way.  I am starting to feel increasingly bad for the little guy, however, as he gets more and more frustrated by the day (demonstrated by grunts, moans, and sometimes face-down-in-the-carpet crying) at his lack of the ability to move himself more directly from place to place.  He shuffles on his tummy and is very good at rolling consecutively as many times as it takes to get to what he wants–but he so clearly wants to be able to get directly from Point A to Point B (usually involving a quest for some sort of cord or other electrical wire) that I do feel for him.  I might even start encouraging the crawling if I didn’t already live in constant fear that he will pull some sort of large, electrical appliance down on top of his head by the cord (much as he did with his clothes hamper the other day).

I also have a feeling that he doesn’t need any encouragement from me…

Somehow end up on a list that results in a call from the nurses at Humana because they “understand that I may be expecting.”

So. Not. Funny.

Today will be a good day. The reasons for this are:

1: Today is Friday and Friday is always a reason to celebrate.

2: Tomorrow is Saturday and will be the first Saturday in two weeks that Matt will be here with us. This is also always a reason to celebrate (even a day early).

3: (and most important) My son has currently been asleep for 2 hours during his morning for the first time in a week.

TGIF, indeed.

So what they don’t tell you about stay-at-home motherhood is that it perpetuates the “mommy brain” that starts the second you conceive. I’d been told that as soon as the hormones subsided I’d regain my brain. It was a complete lie. I can’t remember words. I get to the store and if I don’t have a list I can’t remember what I went to get. I can easily forget what it was that I was doing an hour ago. What I also didn’t count on is that this apparently extends beyond the trivial. I say this because I have apparently agreed to run a half marathon in November. Now I know I’ve definitely lost my mind.