Holy crap, last night the baby tried to kill herself. Not in a Sylvia Plath or Kurt Cobain kind of way, no, she went directly for the 'overly excited about Daddy in my bedroom in the middle of the night, lets test the Laws of Gravity and Daddy's reactions while sleep walking' method of self-destruction.
I passed the test. Somehow while facing the wrong direction with limited light and clad in just underwear, my cat like reflexes caught my suicidal baby and her delicate head. There was no true logic to the event other than she was so excited that she wanted to "launch" herself into my arms from 5 feet away with my back turned. Despite my success I had a brief but powerful heart attack, almost had to change my underwear, and decided not to tell my wife. Yea I don't use the strap on the changing table because she wiggles and squirms her way out of it. Never was an issue before.
Well at least we have hard wood floors to break the fall. I feel like I should be walking around with 17 pillows to soften the blow from any fall. Then again, wouldn't Darwin say 'survival of the fittest'? That might work if you have fifteen kids running around, but when you only have one little rug rat who just smiles, coos and tries to launch herself into a full fledged NASA test of gravity you (as parents) tend to care about the well being of that infant.
Bottom line, no harm no foul. She hasn't been dropped or fallen from any piece of furniture yet (not from lack of trying). I assume its inevitable at some point, but I'd prefer the soft shell firm up a little more before we start testing it.
Is there anything cuter than a baby sneeze? It's amazingly cute. Is amazingly even a word? I'm pretty sure the smaller/younger the baby/creature/pet, the cuter anything is but sneezing is very cute. Even the sound of a baby sneezing is cute. You've all seen the panda sneeze. I know I'm cheating by using a panda bear is my example, but you get the point.
Baby + Sneeze = Cuteness
Well, it's cute until you see it in slow motion. And it's cute when a baby does it until you realize there's a booger. It makes sense there would be a booger. People don't sneeze for any reason other than a tickle or blockage of the nose. So finding a booger is entirely logical. Logical and kinda gross because even though a baby is so teenie and precious, apparently their boogers are the same size as a full size adult. And they're just as disgusting.
But babies don't use tissues. And they tend to release their boogers as far away for a tissue as possible and/or in the middle of an activity where traveling to find a tissue is near impossible. But you can't leave it on your baby's face because that's simply wrong. So quite often I find myself walking around with someone else's boogers. This is not fun. In public everyone would think its mine and I'm just being a freak. Imagine being at the park or the mall walking around with one nonchalantly looking for a tissue? At home I could tell my wife to take the baby's booger from me but who's to say I'm not lying and just trying to get her to take my booger and not her baby's? (credit that line to Josh K)
As I'm sure you've deduced, the baby still has a stuffy nose which only occurs at night. I spend my evenings in a world of boogers and sniffling. It is the bane of my beauty rest and if I'm not beautiful in my old age I will forever blame Manya's stuffed nose.
Can we talk about the irony of fighting with the baby for forty five minutes to get her to go down for a nap. After four separate attempts and finally getting the eyes to close and drift into a deep sleep the phone rings (land line, never happens) at full volume, and its the pediatric office! Good times.
This is Manya's Peruvian outfit!
Manya on the swings for the first time ever!!!
Anyone ever notice that a baby crying kind of sounds like a cat?
We don't own a cat. Just a baby.