snot and whining

The Megatherium got her first (half of her first) flu shot on Thursday for which I cheerfully marked her off as not sick, and then her cold became obviously symptomatic about eight hours later. Possibly some of the bouts of mild crankiness of a few days previous were from the sore throat that I've presently got, but the day and a half of buckets of snot were a bit unmistakable, poor thing. Though she's got to be about the second most cheerful sick baby on the planet; as long as I wasn't trying to wipe her nose for her or feed her chicken soup (NOT the thing; all she wanted was rice puffs (which she can eat without assistance) and freeze dried strawberries) she mostly entertained herself by making horrible bubbly noises. I don't know if it's just my kid, or if this is a thing, but she's gone through a slew of noises that sound to the concerned parent as if she's dying, and are actually just her investigating new things she can do, yay!

Anyway. After a night of getting up to try to feed the baby who cried wolf (tho once she actually did want to eat, around 2:30, she slept through till morning), she's mostly better and working on longer & longer intervals of free-standing, and I am exhausted, sore of throat and eyeballs, and get to get up at 4 tomorrow morning to take grauwulf to the airport so he can spend a week in CA. And despite running around to three different stores today, we still didn't manage to find a baby gate that fits our criteria for closing off the bottom of the stairs to control her other new favorite passtime: climbing up them. (I have no objection to her doing so with an adult spotter, but there's still a complete lack of concepts involved with down, including sitting mid-flight on the step that doesn't extend past her feet.)

So, yeah; it'll be a week. With luck there will be more happy baby of happiness than cranky mommy. Cheerful anecdotes welcome.

Sleep now.

snot and whining

The Megatherium got her first (half of her first) flu shot on Thursday for which I cheerfully marked her off as not sick, and then her cold became obviously symptomatic about eight hours later. Possibly some of the bouts of mild crankiness of a few days previous were from the sore throat that I've presently got, but the day and a half of buckets of snot were a bit unmistakable, poor thing. Though she's got to be about the second most cheerful sick baby on the planet; as long as I wasn't trying to wipe her nose for her or feed her chicken soup (NOT the thing; all she wanted was rice puffs (which she can eat without assistance) and freeze dried strawberries) she mostly entertained herself by making horrible bubbly noises. I don't know if it's just my kid, or if this is a thing, but she's gone through a slew of noises that sound to the concerned parent as if she's dying, and are actually just her investigating new things she can do, yay!

Anyway. After a night of getting up to try to feed the baby who cried wolf (tho once she actually did want to eat, around 2:30, she slept through till morning), she's mostly better and working on longer & longer intervals of free-standing, and I am exhausted, sore of throat and eyeballs, and get to get up at 4 tomorrow morning to take grauwulf to the airport so he can spend a week in CA. And despite running around to three different stores today, we still didn't manage to find a baby gate that fits our criteria for closing off the bottom of the stairs to control her other new favorite passtime: climbing up them. (I have no objection to her doing so with an adult spotter, but there's still a complete lack of concepts involved with down, including sitting mid-flight on the step that doesn't extend past her feet.)

So, yeah; it'll be a week. With luck there will be more happy baby of happiness than cranky mommy. Cheerful anecdotes welcome.

Sleep now.

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