Sunday, January 31, 2010

Truth or Consonants

Me (with food): Ga ga la la ma ma.
Me (with toys): Ga ga la la ma ma.
Me (with book): Ga ga la la ma ma.
Me (with mom): Ga ga la la ma ma.
Mom and Dad: Sadie said, "Mama!"

Thursday, January 28, 2010

Ultrasonic Cleaning

A friendly technician waved a magic wand around my back and tummy this afternoon. I think she was giving my kidneys a good cleaning. I made sure to wipe lots of goop on Mom while she was holding me. She said it made her feel nostalgic.

Limited Palate

Grown-up food the other night was so tasty, I've decided to eat nothing but bread and milk ever again. Yogurt and applesauce are still all right for finger-painting on my tray.

Tuesday, January 26, 2010

Home Cooking

Instead of baby glop tonight, I had some of what Mom was eating: homemade bread, plain black beans, and spinach. It was yummy, and I didn't hork even once. I only did it because I know Mom came home yesterday with a bagful of baby food.

I Hope I Pass

At the neurosurgeon's office today, Mom, Dad, and the anesthesiologist decided my lingering cough doesn't earn me a stay of my spinal rearrangement. We're precariously balanced between waiting until I'm 110% healthy and not waiting until I catch something else. Sigh, I'll have to learn to fake better.

Before they cut me open and let my blood leak out, they want to test what's in me now. I can't say I enjoyed the blood draw much. I didn't even get a Dora the Explorer bandage. I snuck a look at Mom's arm afterward, though, and I'm pretty sure my veins are bigger than hers.

Surprisingly, although I pee way more often than I bleed, collecting a urine sample is turning out to be much harder. I'll skip the details and just say that we'll try again tomorrow.

Saturday, January 23, 2010

Stand in the Place Where You Live

I hauled myself up here all by myself. I'll go to impressive lengths for sufficient incentive: I wanted to see what Rebecca was up to. Plus, I can get to a lot more wires, tissues, laptops, and other yummy food this way.

Tasty treats

Mom's going through the mail. I'd object to the mess in my playroom, but she keeps dropping paper treats on the floor. Every time I taste a piece, Dad takes it away and says, "No mouth." I think that means, "That one's not ripe yet, try another."

Thursday, January 21, 2010

That was then - this is now

The baby formula can says to discard unused contents one month after opening.

Dad, two months ago: 30 days? Is this some kind of a joke? What are they thinking? This is a six-month supply!

Dad, today: 30 days? Is this some kind of a joke? What are they thinking? Sadie will gobble this down in a week and a half!

Wednesday, January 20, 2010

Really pissed

The good news is, the pediatric urologist says all my parts are working normally, unaffected by my spinal lipoma.

The bad news is, in order to find this out, he put catheters in places best left undescribed and, let's just say, turned the ebb tide. Repeatedly, over my vigorous protests. While Dad cheerily chatted with him about mutual college friends. I am so going to remember this when I'm the grownup and Dad's having prostate trouble.

So that's what strawberries taste like

Mom and Dad dragged me to the doctor because I've been coughing. The doctor says she wouldn't do anything under ordinary circumstances, but because of my upcoming spin with the scalpel she put me on some antibiotics just in case. This kind is strawberry-flavored, even though strawberries are on the not-for-babies list along with honey, wires, and Mom's eyeglasses.

The nurse measured me at 14 lb 13.5 oz. I like the scale at home better: it puts me just over 15 lb. Of course, I can eat 6 oz at a time and pee 8 oz between meals, so it's a moving target.

Friday, January 15, 2010

Pops pops

I finally got heavy enough that my own weight sometimes pops my back when Dad picks me up. I'm sure this is listed as an important milestone somewhere in one of those baby books.

Nothing Is Safe

Babyproofing just became a lot more important.

Three down, 18 to go

I slept 8 hours in a row for the last three nights. It takes three weeks to form a habit. Only 18 more days to go, Mom and Dad!


I haz a tooth! It's still a little shy, but today it poked its head out of my gum and looked around for its shadow. Looks like six more weeks of ice cream, er, winter.

Thursday, January 14, 2010

I'm supposed to swallow this?

I accidentally swallowed one of my mouth-toys. It was a tiny little O-shaped oat cracker. I got it good and soggy and mooshed it up with my gums as usual, but when I tried to spit it out it went down my throat instead. Will it hurt me?

Now I know why grownups drink from big cups when they eat. It helps you not hork when you swallow.

We all scream

I scream, you scream, we all scream for sorbet. Wait, that sounds wrong...

I like sorbet thiiiiis much. It beats Spinach-Potato Baby Glop hands down.

Wednesday, January 13, 2010

Three Weeks

The doctor says I have to stay healthy for the next three weeks or he won't cut me open and rearrange my spine. Does this seem like a good incentive to you?

So I'm in kid-quarantine now. No daycare, no mommy groups, no library, no art day, no playing with housemates. Even if my friends look healthy, the other kids they swap snot with might not be. Now I get Dad all to myself five days a week. Most of you can imagine what that's like. His version of "Hole in the Bottom of the Sea" ends with the spin on the electron. Need I say more?

Saturday, January 9, 2010

Overweening over weaning

Yeah, I'm a bottle baby now, baby. I have savoir lactaire. Mom sleeps through the night while Dad fumbles with formula at four-mula AM. It's no grand chose: I've been a connoisseuse of concentrate since I was ... hm, guess I still am a babe in arms. Not to be overweening about it, but I am over weaning.

Friday, January 8, 2010

Yankee Doodle

Rebecca's pony Pinecone may lack reins, but we have an understanding. Here you can see me telling her to go right.

Thursday, January 7, 2010

Taking matters into my own hands

It's so difficult working with ghost writers. How hard can it be to write a blog? I'll try it for myself.

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I guess I need to work on my spelling. In the meantime, boo!

Wednesday, January 6, 2010

Moving Down in the World

Hey, somebody raised the walls in my crib. And my parents got taller all of a sudden. And the floor looks closer. Hmm... This wouldn't have anything to do with my having learned to push myself up to sitting, would it?

Signs point to "milk"

This is my very first word. It means want, which Dad pronounces "milk". He keeps asking me to repeat it for him. Some people are slow learners.

Tuesday, January 5, 2010

Come On Baby, Do the Locomotion

Don't make me come over there. Okay, do. See if I care.

Look Out, World

I can get from lying down to sitting up by myself. My plan for world domination is approaching completion.

Monday, January 4, 2010

In and Out of the Clink

After two weeks on furlough, I was actually starting to look forward to running with the gang in the MSDF, but by the end of the first day I had a medical release. I have to be completely healthy for several weeks before surgery, and in the pre-toddler room, the only things running are noses.