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January 09, 2007
Really Stinky Poop
We just got back last night from our trip to visit McKaila and Tessa (and their parents, Kris and Marc). The kids got along really well (Signa wants to live in their house) and of course the parents did (for what little time the kids allowed the parents to even talk). Signa ALMOST slept in the kids' room. Almost, but then not. Maybe next time.
We went to the beach and the butterfly grove. I kept saying over and over again how insanely HOT it was for January at the ocean. Hot and sunny. I love the air and the fun and the company. I wish we lived closer. Kris has been my closest friend since third grade and Marc was in high school with us.
Soon after we got there, Signa found a toy to love and cherish. It's Squidy, the rubber squid. She cared for him all weekend. Last night after she crashed, I asked Marc if she should sleep with Squidy or with Fluffy Wuffy (the old favorite stuffed animal). He said Jones would poke a hole in Squidy, so she should sleep with Fluffy Wuffy. Or Pinky. She could have Pinky.
When we were punk rock kids with dyed hair and pegged pants and angst galore, we never, ever would have imagined that conversation actually occuring.
Anyway, the trip was great and then we got home and all crashed for the night pretty early. This morning (pay attention, Bob), Signa was watching Little Einsteins and learning about birds. She informed me that Bob eagles collect many sticks all at one time to make their nests. Yes. BOB eagles.
Will has started waving. I was looking at some pictures on the computer of babies and I offhandedly said, "Say 'hello' to the babies." And he waved and smiled at them. I thought maybe it was a fluke, but I ran to the living room and said, "Say 'hello' to Daddy" and he waved.
So he waves and stinks. He's decided that while he doesn't like baby food, he does like broccoli. Ick. Broccoli and breast milk diapers are really not so fun. He also has decided that life around him is so entirely mesmerizingly fascinating that he can't possibly take time out to drink from a bottle or a booby during the prime of day. And that baby food is for babies and he's NOT A BABY! (I know he says that in his head all the time already.)
He has gone from a piddly 8 oz a day of breast milk to maybe 4 oz. Maybe. So we are stepping up the food intake, but if he hates fruit, baby food, and only has 2 full teeth, 2 half teeth, and one almost poking through tooth that leaves...teething biscuits and broccoli.
And really stinky poop.
Posted by Debbie at January 9, 2007 03:00 PM