Baby's First Cold

Shockingly there is no place in the baby book for the first cold.  We all have it.  We just woke up yesterday with a family cold.  Fun.  

Rosalind is alternately a floppy rag doll or a WRATH BABY!  Floppy rag doll is interesting. Rosalind can't be said to be a cuddly baby on a normal day but she kind of is right now.  Angry WRATH BABY is no fun for anyone.  You can see her confusion as she cries because  her throat hurts and then cries harder because the cry made her throat hurt.  Rinse, Repeat.  

What is it with baby thermometers?  We broke down and bought a fancy forehead scanning thermometer because our two less fancy ones were difficult and inaccurate.  This one is fast, easy to use, and still probably inaccurate.  Oh well.  

One thing I can tell from this experience is that everyone should find a safe place to hide when Rosalind begins teething.  She seems to take being in pain really personally.  How dare the universe inconvenience her!

Really Late Letter

Dear Rosalind,

This letter is late I guess.  You should have gotten one every month.  Obviously you did not.  This is your three month and a couple of days letter.  You are currently sitting in your bouncy chair looking at me.  Every time I look your way you absolutely curl up with glee.  HUGE smile! Curled feet.  Hands come together.  Knees to chest.  Your happiness is evident on every part of your body.  Yes, you are a joy right now. But more importantly, I am a rock star.  I am the single greatest person on the planet.  I can do no wrong.  Your father comes in a very close second, but his inability to feed you like I can puts him at a slight disadvantage.  

I know that I will get a couple of years of this and then it will be over.  Anything based on feeding is effectively ruined when you start getting fed by the school lunch lady.  And I am almost certain that my penchant for pinching your thigh rolls or tickling your neck will only embarrass you at adolescence instead of crack you up.  Just a hunch.  

And now you are talking to me.  Very loudly.  I imagine you are saying, very sweetly, "Mother, please let me out of this chair."  When I put you in this chair you were asleep.  Something you should still be.  Sleep is a bit of problem.  You still like to eat at night pretty often, but really the problem lies in the naps.  You won't sleep during the day unless you are being held.  You will only sleep for longer than a half hour if I actually sleep with you.  Or at least pretend to sleep.  I have to admit that pretending to sleep has led to actual sleeping 100% of the time.  Bad plan.  

2 1/2 to 3 month olds are why people have kids.  If you didn't hate your car seat with a screaming passion you might be the world's most perfect baby.  Let's work on that.  You went swimming with your friend Will the other day.  To our total shock you really liked it.  You didn't laugh but it was close.  If you are wondering what makes you laugh right now it is either a rousing game of Peek a Boo or Spat the Bootie.  Ha!  I had to add that last one to embarrass you at 16.  

Love,

Mama

We Are Busy, Deal With It.

Not really, she's lovely.

First Father's Day

Rosalind Learns To Roll Over, The Director's Cut

Remember to watch with sound on.

Words, Time, None, Etc.

I should consider finding time for makeup, I think.

Does a skirt girly this outfit up?
Sleep anyway and time it can be gotten.  Nose to nose is a favorite of hers.
TV time. 

Continuing To Overwhelm You With Our Child

You Know You Want One.

Rosalind is on her third bottle of compounded Prilosec.  Berry flavored.  We discovered at the end of the last bottle that it had been compounded so poorly that the medicine was in chunks at the bottom too big to suck into the syringe.  So the new medicine was compounded here and it is beautifully smooth.  

This morning I was having trouble getting back to sleep after Rosalind's 4 am feeding and I was thinking how I would post how well she is doing with the new and improved medication.  And she is.  She spits up much more like a regular baby now, with only a few explosions.  Usually in the middle of the night after I have let her just sleep in the middle of us.  And yes, that means I wake up because I have just been blasted in the face.  Sigh.  

Anyway.  About an hour later I heard her making her strange breathy grunts and I picked her up hoping she would spit up.  Instead she promptly fell into a comfortable sleep...like always.  I gave up and put her back down.  She immediately started up again. I was just about to close my eyes when she finally managed a small spit up.  From her nose.  

Eek.

Blog Spew

We are in Pocahontas this weekend. We came over so that Sergio's family could meet Rosalind, but also so that Sergio could participate in an Alumni flag football fundraiser tournament thingy. This is why I am sitting here now covered in mosquito bites and a sunburn. Don't worry, Rosalind stayed home with the grandparents.

We don't have internet at the house and when we go out in public to get some it is a strange game where one of us keeps Rosalind happy while the other manically fills out job applications and emails cover letters. Not really a situation where we can update the blog at all. Hopefully that can all change fairly soon.
So here are some updates in bullet points. Ah, bullet points...because babies are a time suck.

*Rosalind turned two months old on the 23rd. The second month is a lot more fun than the first. She smiles all the time now. No more looking at each other and asking if we thought that was a smile or not. Now we know. And it is remarkably easy to get her to smile. In fact, sometimes the best way is to leave her alone in the crib looking at her mobile. Then she just grins and coos and has a downright good time. For about twenty minutes. Not that I am complaining. I will take any twenty minutes I can get. She is getting better and better about entertaining herself for awhile here and there. This is good because I was beginning to think I might have to carry her to and from college classes one day. Rosalind also adores being outside. If all of our other tricks fail when she is in a real tizzy, then we take her outside. This has resulted in more than one restaurant meal being abandoned until cold while one of us walks with her outside. She nearly always picks mealtime to be a brat. I could go on and on about all of her newest developments, and I might in a future post, but I will move on for now. Oh, the strangest thing she has learned is the squeal/scream. She sounds like a preteen playing Bloody Mary at a sleepover. She sounds this way when she is both happy and sad. Either way, it is startling.

*Our friends gave us a baby shower not long after we got back. This also deserves its own post with pictures. There were awesome little cupcakes and candy bars with customized Rosalind Cate wrappers. The whole thing was amazing and we have really great friends.

*Sergio began Bar Review courses. I get the idea that these are not very exciting.

*The job hunts continue. We are all about nepotism and calling in favors, so don't be shy if you know anyone. You think I am joking, but I'm not.

*My eight month old niece, Emma, can walk. Obviously she is advanced. We have a video, but not on this computer. Hopefully I can post that soon.

*My other niece, Samantha, turned nine. This makes me very nearly old.

*We watched Sergio's law school graduation online sitting in the parking lot of Atlanta Bread Company. I think I am far more sad than he is that this will be his memory of law school graduation. It was nice to get to see all of our Oregon friends graduate. Congratulations to those of you who read the blog, which I think is just Josh. Hi, Josh! And congratulations to Sergio. I am very proud of you.

Ignore the High Pitched Man in the Background

Here we have it, proof that Rosalind can be both calm and happy.