I'm working from home today, and came downstairs after my shower to find Maya and Fuzz happily napping together on the basement floor. So cute.
Now for the roundup of recent developments:
1) This isn't really a development per se, but I would be remiss if I didn't show off a picture of Fuzzy in his Halloween costume. The Pit wanted something more manly for our boy, but his first choice of lobster costume was not available in Fuzzy's size on Amazon, so I got to pick my favorite:
Mommy's little bunny he is. As an aside, thanks to my soon-to-be brother-in-law for the gift of Amazon Prime - we've used it for purchases both significant and trivial recently, but I think the bunny costume wins first place.
2) Last post I mentioned Fuzzy putting his cheek against our chests when tired - in the last few weeks, this behavior has morphed into just plain putting his head down when tired. No matter what position he's in, he will lean over (twisting uncomfortably if necessary), find any available surface, and plant his little cheek against it. His parents have predictably dichotomous reactions to this: I find adorable, and The Pit worries that the baby is straining his neck.
3) Fuzzy is also embracing his destiny. He knows he will be tall one day, and doesn't want to wait for that day to arrive. In addition to demanding that he be stood on his own two feet, the baby also loves being stood up high on my shoulders. This is a rather tiring position for mom, but Fuzz delights in it so, surveying all he commands with an air of satisfaction.
4) We've had our first real diaper blow-out. Astute readers may remember an incident in the hospital when Fuzz was first born, but that was baby poop in comparison to our situation a few days ago. See, Fuzzy used to be quite the prolific pooper - I would say at least 10-12 times a day in his first month. This meant that any one incident was relatively manageable. However, over time he's pooped less and less frequently, and sometime in the last few weeks, he's settled down to a respectable once-a-day schedule that makes all of our lives easier. Except this past weekend, he skipped a day.
The following morning, The Pit was being a wonderful husband, and agreed to take the baby so I could sleep in...5 minutes later I heard him frantically yelling my name. I rolled out of bed and rushed downstairs to find him at the changing table, restraining Fuzzy from flailing his legs in a diaper that had clearly been outmatched - poop was coming out of the bottom of the leg holes, out of the top on his back, and out of the front to cover his stomach. The onesie was covered, the pajama pants were stained, and thank god we had put Fuzz in a sleep sack, or the sheets would have needed changing too. And since we've been feeding the baby rice cereal for the past few weeks, this poop smelled...adult. After I washed the baby in the sink and The Pitt took all the soiled clothing to the laundry room, the nursery still reeked, and required a good airing-out before we could breath comfortably. So there's that - a rite of parenthood, accomplished.
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