A History of Biting

There was an incident last night.

In the wee, small hours of the morning, when the whole wide world was fast asleep, including me and Aurora, I had a dream. I was helping a friend adjust his suit, and he was being bitchy. Ungrateful man, I thought, and bit him.

What a tiny hand he has! I thought. It fits completely into my mouth.
And then I heard the baby cry, and awoke to discover that I had fit her whole fist into my mouth and chomped. Apparently it didn't hurt too much since she only gave three little cries and fell back asleep. Thank god! Then I woke her again, shaking the bed as I laughed.

When my brother was about the same age, he and my mom and I were going somewhere. Suddenly Jimmy started crying. (See a trend here?)

"What did you do to him?" my mom demanded, unable to see us as she had to continue driving.

"I bited him!" I declared, defiant.

Old habits die hard. I guess the moral is: don't bite anyone, even in your dreams. Unless you're four, and your mom is too busy driving to punish you.

New Sitter

We found a babysitter, someone we've known for a while and who we think is trustworthy.

The armrest was a major selling point for her, I think.

Fact

Did you know that if you jostle a baby after you've fed her a bottleful of milk, her tummy sloshes?

It's true- don't look so surprised.

In the Giant's House

Last night it stayed warm quite late (well, late to me nowadays is 8pm) so to quell Aurora's fussiness we hung out on the front porch. The chair really isn't that big, but isn't she dwarfed?

She's still quite a little baby even though she's 10 pounds now.

Perplexed

Sometimes a baby just needs thinking time.

Or a cervical pillow.

Happy Chubba Wubba

The early morning sun and Aurora's mood helped me capture this shot today. I'm so lucky to have such a happy baby.

Swingtime

After several days of Aurora becoming fussy in the evenings, Gary and I took drastic steps. Aunt Laurie suggested maybe it was the caffeine I'd started drinking again that made Aurora not take naps during the day and then get upset around dinnertime.

Poor baby! Naughty, sleep deprived, Frappucino-loving Mama.

Baby swing to the rescue! It swings and plays music, which is not unlike the music you can hear in the summer emanating from those obnoxious ice cream trucks. It's less brassy and annoying, thank goodness.

Yesterday the swing held her interest (as in, helped her sleep) for several hours. Today we had visitors and a long trip to the fabric store, so she only had a little time to sway with Gary and Arlo watching and reading to her. Luckily she's sleeping well now (it's after midnight) and hopefully the trend will continue!

Oh, and I stopped drinking any caffeine. That's NOT a trend I would like to continue.