Over the weekend, Harry got his first tooth. It’s a razor-sharp protuberance on the bottom. I can’t help feeling a little sad that his toothless, gummy smile will be gone at some point. I really want him to stay this little and adorable forever. He’s even growing hair now. I’m just not ready for all of this.
Totally Get It Now: I remember some years ago seeing an interview with the parents of serial killer Jeffery Dahmer. At the time, I wondered how those two adorable elderly people could sit beside their son, knowing what he’d done, and still have such love for him. I thought they were as bonkers as he was. But now, having a son myself, I totally get it. There’s nothing that would make me turn my back on Harry. I’m in it for life with this boy. No matter what.
The Poops: That said, it takes a special kind of stomach to handle what this little guy is producing these days. I opened his diaper this morning to find elk pellets. Sweet-smelling, turn-your-stomach-into-knots elk pellets. Solid food is not making these diaper changes very easy. I’m a gagger.
Wee of the Week: Naked Superman and I were out on the back patio before his bath. Ben told Harry he should pee while I was holding him and, as if on cue, Harry started peeing and laughing. It was brilliant timing. This kid is smart.
(Note: After I strip Harry down in the nursery before his bath, I lay him down across my forearms so he can fly like Superman on the walk to his bath in the kitchen sink. Naked Superman. He goes nuts for it. Plus, his little buns and outstretched arms, flying through the air with the greatest of ease, are probably the funniest things that ever happened.)
What’s This?: Harry has discovered his willy. As soon as the diaper comes off, his little hands are tugging at his balls. This is the sort of story that will embarrass him later, so I wanted to make a special note of it here. He can’t speak or crawl, but he can pull his willy!
The Grumps: According to the experts, Harry is going through a busy developmental phase right now, making him fussy, clingy, and reluctant to sleep. That’s certainly been our actual experience. He’s waking up a lot, screaming a lot, and he wants to be held constantly. This is creating some challenges, but it won’t last forever. Only a few weeks. Sleep is overrated, anyway. Right? Right? Anyone?
The Happies: Of course, every grumpy outburst is countered with happy baby perfection. Right now, he’s all about making as much noise as possible. He loves his own voice and has discovered how to yell without screetching. He’s experimenting with volume. He also loves slapping things and flapping his arms. He gets very serious about it. So funny.
- Mashed potatoes (mashed with breastmilk – yummmm!)
- The Moody Blues
- Smacking my face
- Chewing my face
- Pulling hair
- A peeled carrot (for chewing)
- Paper (he gummed and swallowed part of my grocery list this week)
- Rolling (his preferred mode of transport)
- Books and magazines (ripping and chewing them)
- Naps and sleeping
- Sharing (just try to take away his carrot!)