Sunday, September 25, 2011
(Un)Lucky Number Seven
Ok, maybe not SICK. But she's sick. She has her sister's totally gross cold, which means her head is filled with viscous goo. I know it doesn't sound like the worst thing in the world, but think of it this way: imagine your most favorite activity in the entire world. Is it sitting on a beach? Reading a book? Running? Sleeping? Now imagine that every time you start that activity, someone puts duct tape over your nose and mouth. Not so fun, is it? Yeah. Katie's favorite thing in the whoooole wide world is nursing. When you are suddenly an obligate mouth-breather, that makes it a bit challenging. It makes it go a bit like this "Ahhhh, heaven...nurse nurse nurse...GASP! Scream! WTF?!?!?! Ok....nurse nurse nurse....GASP!!! OH MY GOD WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO ME?!?!?" etc. ad infinitum.
Poor baby:( Being suffocated by your favorite past time is no way to spend a birthdate.
Current viral invaders aside, it's been a quiet month. Overnight sleep was on the mend recently (though I'm guessing that's set to change until she can breathe thru her nose again), naps are still for the birds. Food is still pretty cool, according to every part of Katie except her gut, which is still on strike in response to increased demands. Oh! But she did start crawling and sitting up pretty well independently. So I guess there's that. But you know, it's still mostly army-crawling (although she gets up on her knees and rocks furiously, trying to figure out how to propel herself on those knees), and she still falls over a lot, so let's pretend I didn't almost forget that.
oh! and after weeks of Gracie crawling into her tubby and crawling all over her, I finally got her a tub seat so they can take baths together. It is insane and hysterical and delicious to watch the two of them splash together, but I have no pictures because we just did it tonight for the first time. Instead you get a picture of Katie after another bath, wrapped in a duckie towel. Equally delicious.