Just a small video that shows Breanna practicing pulling up to sitting and then standing.
Also, note how a) she immediately stuffs her hand in her mouth (hellllloooo neverending teething) and b) how she can’t stop looking at the camera.
No sound, just video, alas.
This story infuriates me to a point where I have trouble even finding the words. If a five-year-old boy calls 911 to get help for his collapsed mother, I don’t care if you’ve had 15 other crank calls that day, it is your duty and moral obligation to investigate it immediately. If that dispatcher had done her damn job instead of deciding he was playing games with the phone, maybe that poor little boy’s mother would still be alive. I hope the dispatcher thinks about that every single day. It upsets me to think that I could teach Hayley to call 911 for an emergency and that someone wouldn’t bother to take her seriously, possibly putting her, or our family in danger.
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Things to include in the list of “Stuff you don’t know before becoming a parent”:
In just the first half of one day you may be required to:
-pick your baby’s nose with your pinky finger
-change your milk-soaked shirt twice
-fish a full roll of toilet paper out of a pee-filled toilet after it was accidentally knocked in by a pre-schooler
-change pajamas that were a victim of a Massive Diaper Blow-Outâ„¢
-hang around the bathroom because your kid wants company while she poops
-come up with a fun Spring/Easter themed craft involving paper and pipecleaners
I need a nap.
The other day, George was catching up on my Flickr pictures. He saw this one for the first time.
Cute right? A very happy Breanna with a doll. Aww.
And you know who George said she looked like there?
A couple of months ago, Amy was kind enough to lend me her Miracle Blanket. Breanna slept best swaddled, but no receiving blanket in the world seemed to hold her in. The Miracle Blanket is very cool and resembles a baby staight jacket. I would leave her left arm free so she could suck on her hand, but the rest of her body was snugly confined. This seemed to help her sleep rather well, especially at night.
Alas, soon I’m going to have to pop it back in the mail to return to her because Breanna is slowly outgrowing it. I hope she’ll be able to sleep without it, but I guess she’ll learn since she’s already pulling a Houdini in her sleep lately. I almost always find that one leg is free by the time I’m heading off to bed, such as this shot I risked taking a few nights ago.
It’s not unusual to see her other arm free as well, and once she wakes up for a feeding, she usually has both arms and both legs waving about with only her tummy still covered up. For someone who is greatly comforted by swaddling, she sure makes it difficult to keep her that way!
After over a week of tweaking, gnashing teeth, cursing Microshit, loving Firefox even more than usual, mentally composing hate mail to Bill Gates, copying & pasting, crying (just a little), venting, and then finally upgrading to WordPress 2 and installing the newest version of the theme with even more copying & pasting and tweaking, I finally have a new default layout. If it looks like utter crap, I don’t want to know. Okay, no, tell me if something looks weird. It looks perfect in both Firefox and Internet Exploder 6.X on my machine, and also on George’s which is at a higher resolution.
If you really hate it, you can still use one of the other themes, located in the left column – for some reason the theme switcher requires you to click it twice.
If you have no bloody idea what I’m talking about, hit refresh. I like the new title of my weblog, it fits my life rather well. Also, WordPress 2 is not as horrendous as I once thought, now that I know I can turn OFF the obnoxious rich text option. I reserve the right to change my opinion if I discover none of my plugins work any longer.
I need another coffee. And some computer-less time. I think I’ll go make a collage with Hayley while Breanna sings on the floor.
Well, hell. That was just weird. And I also had a lot of bias since I love me some country.
Today while I was washing the dishes, Breanna started fussing a bit while sitting in her carrier on the floor. I had given her a few different toys – a baby doll that she loves, a plastic moon that hangs from the baby gym, a little spatula – nothing was interesting for more than thirty seconds. I only had a few more things to wash and I just wanted to finish, so I stepped up the entertainment a little.
(And this is where I am so glad that there are – to my knowledge at least – no hidden cameras in my kitchen, or anywhere in my home. One of my biggest nightmares would be finding out I’m on my own Truman Show.)
So I started singing a very rousing rendition of “The Ants Go Marching One By One” (hurrah! hurrah!) and pantomiming a little, marching in place, making silly faces, the works. Of course, the first words Breanna learns will not include any of the words from this song, though they might include “fuck!” because that’s exactly what came out of my mouth when I sliced my right ring finger with a steak knife.
Lesson learned: Do not indulge in any acrobatic dancing while washing cutlery of any sort.
It cut the pad of the finger. It wasn’t like my finger tip was hanging off, bound only by a few nerves, so I didn’t need to go to the hospital. I didn’t even need a bandage since it stopped bleeding shortly after the fact. However, being on the pad means that it’s easy to put pressure on it and holy frickin’ hell does it sting.
A few hours went by this evening and it was feeling much better. Even typing didn’t bother me. Too bad I forgot about it when I was preparing Hayley’s breakfast for the morning. Did you know that oranges are rather acidic? My finger would like you to know that yes, indeed they are.
Luckily I kept the expletives in my head this time. I’m just grateful that I was cutting the orange beside the sink so I was able to rinse the finger off quickly.
Tomorrow, I think I’ll stick with singing slow love ballads or perhaps Gregorian chanting.
I know there will be some people reading this who won’t believe it and will think I’m making it up, but I’m going to write it anyway so I won’t forget when I finally get a baby book, because Breanna just did something else for the first time.
She was lying on the floor looking at the baby gym toys, and she started fussing because she was bored. I said we could practice sitting, so I put an index finger inside each of her fists and slowly started pulling her up to a sitting position. She gave me a big grin as we stopped and then pulled herself right up to a standing position! Granted, her legs are nowhere near ready for that so she didn’t stay up for long and the only reason she didn’t fall was because she was still clinging to my fingers, but my baby – my little baby! – just pulled up to standing for the first time.
I completely freaked out. I’m surprised I didn’t just flat-out drop her.
Someone please tell my 4.5 month old baby to slow the hell down.