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New Chapter

William has had a huge couple of couple weeks. Poor guy had a secondary ear infection last week and we had to dose him with a new kind of antibiotic. It's a delicious minty flavor that he likes, so it's easy to give it to him.


He's over his ear infection now and on to big big things! I put him down for a nap last weekend and a half hour later went in to see if he needed more bottle and found this:


He was pleased enough with himself, and steady enough for me to go back out to get the phone-camera and then back out again to get the real camera and snap a couple of pictures. He's pulled himself up a couple of times in his crib since then.

He's also started to crawl. He goes straight for cords, electrical outlets and the sharp knives we leave scattered around on the ground (just kidding, we only leave dull knives around). We've been baby-proofing like mad but I think we've entered a new phase. We call it the "chasing around phase."

And all of a sudden he's a million times more interested in the pets. He tracks Orange Kitty like a predator, digs his mitts into Cicero's fur as long as the cat will let him and actually plays with Tony. Rocky is a little nervous around him and prefers to remain neutral.

Video evidence of our little rambler and the new friendship between a dog and his boy.

Closed for Business

It's been a dramatic couple of weeks. At least in Babyland. Poor Will had a cold and diarrhea that got better, then worse and finally resulted in a spiking fever, visit to the doctor and diagnosis of ear infection. Exposure to germs is just pummeling him. So it was a trip to the pharmacy to get the pink stuff- Amoxicillin in delish bubble gum flavor and dosing twice a day. The antibiotics cleared up his ear infection pronto, but he's lost his appetite and can keep nothing in him. Poor guy has a butt as red as a baboon from all the pooping he's been doing.


Throughout it all, Will has been generally cheery. He's had a few days, or a few hours each day where he's a little fussy and a little clingy, wanting more snuggles and less exploration, but who can blame him.


Last night we shoved some yogurt down his gullet to see if that would help his tummy. Surprisingly it seems to have worked. The nurse said that yogurt was OK and that it would replace friendly gut flora that was knocked out by the antibiotics. Dave and I have been switching off night duty and last night was my night to stand sentry. I slept far worse than young Will did, waking several times to check on him, always on the ready waiting to heat up a bottle or do a diaper change, but Will slept peacefully until 4am. I hope he's on the mend and the yogurt did the trick.


He was the perkiest he's been in a couple of weeks this morning and we're both hoping that he gets his appetite back really soon. It's back to daycare next week so he can tackle more germs.

Here are some videos of him being adorable.

One Two Punch

I don't have too many images this week. After Will caught a cold and generously shared it with us, he caught some kind of Martian Death Tummy Bug and shared it with me.

I have not been so barfy and sick in decades. It was hardcore. I knew Will had something when he projectile vomited all over Dave. Twice. In one evening. But I didn't expect to get knocked down so hard. That's life with babies, I suppose. Poop and puke. For everyone.

The good news is he and I have recovered nicely. Will's doing his baby thing, chatting and sort of scooching around (he's not quite yet mobile). Getting great at standing and prefers to be pulled up rather than use his own steam.

Also, he has a nubbin of a tooth! Finally! I'll definitely get some pics of it as it comes in. He's been great about it- not fussy or cranky at all. He's still his mellow, great self.

William, You Have Immunity

It was inevitable, Will caught his first cold. And then Dave and I caught it too.

Will acted great throughout, there were a couple of nights when he was a bit fussy and didn't want to go to bed. We dosed him with infant Tylenol and rocked him to sleep. And one day his daycare wouldn't take him because he had goopy eyes.


Poor thing! We took him to the doctor just to be sure it wasn't conjunctivitis (it wasn't). They weighed him and we found out he now weighs 24 pounds[EDIT: He's only 21 pounds- I misheard- oops!]! I'm not surprised, he loves to eat and can consume a lot of baby food when he's not busy spitting it out at Mom and Dad. He loves playing with finger foods too. Not eating them so much, but just mashing them around and dropping them on the floor to the delight of the dogs.


He's also discovered a new sleeping position: Classic Baby. Face mashed into the mattress, on his knees, butt in the air. I think it helped him sleep longer when he was stuffed up.

Let's See.... What Does THIS Taste Like?

I have been blogging for months that Will is teething and we have yet to see a tooth pop out. Still no teefs yet, but he's been drooling buckets and wants to gnaw on absolutely everything so we think eruption is imminent.


We've started bathing William in the sink. He can sit up and splash and it's easier for us to bathe him because we don't have to bend over quite so much. He seems to have a blast and it's a lot of fun watching him explore (and taste) his bath toys and the face cloth.





William started daycare last week. While I was excited for Will to be in a new environment (and to have a little more time to myself) I never anticipated how difficult it would be dropping him off. The daycare is clean and quiet and has an excellent ratio of babies to caregivers, not to mention one magical baby minder, Andrea, who is a baby whisperer. She's amazing. But as I prepared to leave Will to go to work all these thoughts raced through my mind: Will they pay enough attention to him? Feed him when he's hungry? Put him down when he's sleepy? What if he misses me? And I got all teary. Fortunately he was his happy go lucky self when I picked him up several hours later and it was easier to drop him off the next time.



Omi came to visit last week. She and Will had a wonderful time playing and chatting with each other. Will really took a shine to her.


And then Aunty Noelle visited this last weekend. Will flirted with her as well. I think our little guy is going to be a player!


Will has a ton of toys that light up and sing and roll and squeak. But he's a purist. He's drawn to newspaper (crunchy) and a wooden spoon (his little scepter). He holds onto the spoon and bangs it around, sticks it up his nose and of course, in his mouth.



And lastly, a short video of Will chatting up a storm.

Movin' and Groovin"

Will is interacting more and more with our pets. He loves to pet Cicero (and grab onto his hair with his Superbaby Grip) and there is even evidence to prove that he and Rocky acknowledge each other.


Will's reaching out for a lot of things too. If you have it in your hand, he needs it RIGHT NOW and will swing his entire body forward past the pitch of no return to get it. And then he puts it in his mouth.





We took Will to the little play ground at the park to see how he'd react to the slides. The video result is below. The anticipation greatly exceeded results. Plastic slides with lots of safety features and an adult-sized butt on a child-sized surface do not for a thrilling time make.




Wheeeeeeee! Kinda.





Oh and one last video of sleeping beauties.