MUSHY SQUISHY PORRIDGE BRAIN & THE TOOTH

You know how when you're pregnant and start becoming extremely absent-minded or just plain forgetful, you always blame it on your "porridge/nappy/poop" brain. And then when the baby's born and you're still absent-minded and forgetful, you still blame it on your "porridge/nappy/poop" brain. Well, I'd like to know what you call it when you are no longer pregnant and the baby's already 13 months old and you are STILL absent-minded and forgetful? Well, whatever it is you call it (and no, I am not going with "dimentia") I most definitely have it. For like the last few days I have merrily been counting down the "20 days" until Sam's wires come out. 20 DAYS? From the 14th June until the 12th July.....20 DAYS? Alrighty then....so instead of having a leap year this year, we're having a PAEL year where you actually lose a day (or seven)! How awful it was when the light bulb spluttered into life on Thursday and I realised I'd been calculating incorrectly (and for all the world to see on Sam's blog, no less). It's like when you lie in bed one Friday morning, dreamily planning what top you're going to wear with your jeans (it being Friday and all) and then all of a sudden realise its only Thursday (mmmm...well if this hasn't happened to any of you - what do you call it when you're not pregnant, have not recently had a baby, are not even thinking about having a baby - but you're still absent-minded and forgetful?)



So, if the miscalculation in the countdown to W-Day wasn't bad enough. On Thursday evening, after little Joyful Smurf was down for the evening, I finished with the usual regime (making milk, washing bottles, etc) and afterwards decided to pour myself, Chris and Grampies each a glass of lovely sweet, gut-warming Muscadel (a type of fortified wine). I opened the cupboard, selected one of the only two bottles there and poured myself a very tiny tot (the thought of having a nightcap is always more appealing than actually drinking the stuff), set mine down on the counter (or bookcase....or desk...or somewhere among the four or five cups of tea I misplace every day) and handed the men theirs, who were watching tv in the near-dark. Next thing Grampies was coughing and spluttering and Chris' face contorted and he asked what I had given them. Naturally I first insisted that it WAS Muscadel and then ran to the kitchen to promtly read "Brandy" on the bottle - I had given them each a nice big ol' glass of neat Brandy! Not the same smell, not the same consistency, not even the same colour as the Muscadel...and they'd each taken a generous mouthful, expecting the much more gentle taste of the Muscadel. It was sooooooo funny - well, for me at least!



So, onto someone whose brain is far more alert than mine - on Friday Sammy was sucking on a quite thick shortbread cookie. Next thing he'd bitten the whole corner of the cookie off (the "whole" corner being about 0.5mm in diameter). I kept wondering, while desperately trying to fish the crumb out of this mouth, how he'd managed to bite through such a thick biscuit with just those little toothless gums. Later that day Sammy was sucking on a marshmallow when I noticed a disctinct little "hole" in the marshmallow and what do you think I found in his mouth? The teeny weeny tip of a tooth!!!!! Our little tooth is not growing at a very rapid pace so it's not quite yet "photo" material, but at least we know its there which is just as good for now!



Sammy was "flipping" the label of his pillow (after wrestling the pillow case half off as usual) back and forth this afternoon and, low and behold, fell asleep mid-flip! This doesn't happen every day (not just the flipping, but the falling asleep during the day) so had to take pic.

This is a "before" photo I took of Sam's splint on Tuesday. I will take the "after" pic tomorrow - you need the twenty-four hours to prepare yourselves. Lets just say that white was not the best way to go for a little baby whose almost every meal contains lovely, bright-orange creamy carrots (yes..with honey) and who is still persistently trying to suck his thumb. We are going into the OT's tomorrow so they can just double-check that the splint is still fitting correctly and I cannot tell you how embarrassing it is going to be having to produce such a terribly stained and half-sucked splint compared to the lovely clean one we left with last Monday. In my defense, and I know this might be hard to believe, but it is anatomically impossible (well for me at least) to have one hand manouevring a feeding spoon amongst the King Kong-swatting-the-plane like action of Sam's arms, one hand holding the bowl and still find another hand to restrain those propeller-like arms.

Thank goodness there's only 15 days to go till W-Day....LOL!