We had our first open house on Saturday, which went quite well. We had five couples show up. The first couple emailed us the day the house hit Craigslist, and were the first to arrive on Saturday. They even came back a second time to take pictures. They're returning tonight with her dad, which seems promising to me.
The boy slept throughout the open house, in his swing, sans clothes.
We are nothing if not classy.
In other news, we think the boy may be teething... He hasn't been sleeping or eating like normal, and has been gnawing his fists and anything within reaching distance. He's also got flushed cheeks, without a fever. (Dr. Google tells me that could be teething, so we're running with that.) I think I felt a tooth, but I couldn't tell. It's incredibly difficult to see inside an infant's mouth, by the way; I had no idea. Their little tongues are not cooperative at all. He's also sixteen weeks old today, which in my brain means he's 4 months, even though he's not. This kid-age-math is almost as confusing as pregnancy math was.
Also, I realized over the weekend that I have acquired a new skill:
The not-quite-stopped-Stop: (noun) At a red light or in congested traffic, the subtle removing of one's foot from the brake, just enough to make the car gently rock half-an-inch forward and then stop again, over and over, fooling the infant into thinking that the car is moving.
I'm contacting the dictionary people to have it added.
Monday, April 5, 2010
|Okay, I won't move a muscle...|
It's feeling like spring around here. The buds are peeking, the birds are out and it's my favorite time of the year; I feel all excited, like a kid on summer break. We did work around the condo Saturday with the windows open (gasp!) and walked to grab lunch in the neighborhood -- get ready -- without sweatshirts. I know that it'll dip back down some before it stays for good, but it was just what I needed.
In Danny news: he's 15 weeks old and trying to talk all the time. Some days he's interested in rolling, though he has yet to make it over all the way. He also thinks he can sit upright on his own, so he lunges forward, head-first on your lap. (This is especially fun if you're not giving him your undivided attention.) He's outgrowing his 3-month clothes, and solidly working his way through the 6-9 -monthers. He grabs things and puts everything in his mouth, with moderate success. He's also thisclose to sleeping through the night, with just one feeding around 5am. I figured out that our forty-minute nighttime feedings could be cut down to less than fifteen by using a faster nipple, so I don't even mind getting up now.
Also, I believe that Faster Nipple would be an excellent band name.
In work news: I have made it through the first three weeks of the Return To Work and on Sunday night, didn't even get sad when I realized that the weekend was over. Well, not more sad than the average bear, so we're making progress. I had no idea how wimpy I would be about returning until it happened.
In blog news: this one's really good
We have our first open house this weekend, so we're getting all the final details figured out. I plan to do the cliché cookie-baking, and I hope for nice weather. If you're in the neighborhood this Saturday, feel free to stop by... Maybe I'll share my cookies with you.