October 24, 2008

• We started calling Charlie “Bernard”, as in “St. Bernard”.  He eats a lot and drools even more.  Jim swears he can feel a tooth coming in, but I think he’s jumping the gun a little bit.   Still, it would explain the sudden and excessive slobber and gnawing.   He’s unexpectedly developing baby opinions, which shouldn’t surprise me, but it does.   He’s been such a mellow baby thus far, just sleeps, coos, and smiles, but now he’s broadening his horizons to squawking, flailing, screeching, growling…  Apparently he figured out the natives only pay attention when you howl louder than your brother. 

  Speaking of Jamie,  the scruzmeister staged a teethbrushing strike this evening.   He loves his toothbrush and berry-bubblegum flavored toothpaste very much, so it was pure stubbornness (I blame it on his daddy of course ) that caused him to clench his cute little jaw and glare determinedly at me and Jim.   Several times he almost started to brush his teeth and then he remembered what cold hearted bastards we were (how dare we require teeth brushing) and he’d resume his tearful insistence on dirty teeth.    Happily, (although Jamie might disagree) persistence and discipline on our part paid off, and he was safely bestowed in bed with a Winnie the Pooh book.
   
  

  I went for a walk today, which is no small feat around our house.  The stroller is no match for the terrain so I donned extra weight and wore Charlie instead.   I <3 my ergo very much.

  
   (it was over a hundred degrees here today, proof that this picture was taken at my parents house where the temp is much more octoberish)

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