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Jan. 30th, 2012 07:17 amThe Possibly In Some Light Charming Milestone
On Saturday, at the age of just over 7 months: having achieved sufficient head control, the Junebug, for the first time, was juggled.
(There's a baby-juggling pattern, where you hold the baby in the left arm and throw two balls up with the right hand and shift the baby to the right arm and catch the balls with the left hand and so on. You don't toss the baby over your head, guys! At least, not if you're not standing right over the bed!)
The Not Charming In Any Way Milestone
The little dude is congested, and the Nosefrida was soaking in soapy water, and, well, today was the first time I got myself a tissue to spit into and just tried sucking out his nose without benefit of technology. (It worked some, but not very well.)
To think I once had qualms about parenthood because I thought it was gross the way parents hold their palms out and order "Spit it out, whatever it is."
When I went home for Christmas this year we had dinner with my friend and her pregnant wife and obviously spent all evening talking about babies. There was one very special moment where they were laughing in disbelief that there would be a nonzero amount of vomit that you would be prepared to just wipe off your pillow with a cloth diaper and go back to sleep without changing the sheets, and we were laughing in nostalgia about the days when there wasn't. I know all my nerds love "You Ruined Everything" but the song that keeps running through my head about parenting is the Dresden Dolls' "Sex Changes".
On Saturday, at the age of just over 7 months: having achieved sufficient head control, the Junebug, for the first time, was juggled.
(There's a baby-juggling pattern, where you hold the baby in the left arm and throw two balls up with the right hand and shift the baby to the right arm and catch the balls with the left hand and so on. You don't toss the baby over your head, guys! At least, not if you're not standing right over the bed!)
The Not Charming In Any Way Milestone
The little dude is congested, and the Nosefrida was soaking in soapy water, and, well, today was the first time I got myself a tissue to spit into and just tried sucking out his nose without benefit of technology. (It worked some, but not very well.)
To think I once had qualms about parenthood because I thought it was gross the way parents hold their palms out and order "Spit it out, whatever it is."
When I went home for Christmas this year we had dinner with my friend and her pregnant wife and obviously spent all evening talking about babies. There was one very special moment where they were laughing in disbelief that there would be a nonzero amount of vomit that you would be prepared to just wipe off your pillow with a cloth diaper and go back to sleep without changing the sheets, and we were laughing in nostalgia about the days when there wasn't. I know all my nerds love "You Ruined Everything" but the song that keeps running through my head about parenting is the Dresden Dolls' "Sex Changes".
