Thursday, September 29, 2005

Incident report

At day care today, some one-year-old BIT MY SON AND HEIR ON THE HEAD. Aside from a couple little scratches, he's fine, expect for having been BITTEN ON THE HEAD. We got an "incident report" with gems such as "[form] WHERE did the incident take place? [answer] In the Honey Bunnies room." Given that, I say it was Colonel Mustard with the Candlestick.

Sunday, September 25, 2005

A sporting chance

Pete seems to love live sports (as well as live music, happily). I thought he might enjoy the crowds, but he has surprised us by showing a lot of interest in the action--he was watching the ball from the minute we went in to see volleyball. Huh. As I type, he is making his evening non-milk feeding (peas, bananas, and oatmeal) difficult for Carolyn by commandeering a spoon and jamming his own spoon into his mouth every time Carolyn approaches with food in hers.

Thursday, September 22, 2005


Last night, after his bath on the dressing table, Pete started playing peek-a-boo with us! That is, we've played it with him many times, but this time he was controlling the game--he'd cover his face with a cloth, and we'd say, "Where's Pete?" and he would immediately reveal his face and start laughing. Over and over again. A conversation!

Monday, September 19, 2005


Pete has been an utter joy for three and a half days--he got over the worst of his fever thing quickly, and he's been happy, sociable, and sleeping well. Then I dropped him off at day care twenty minutes ago, and he was instantly despondent. Pete will be eight months old tomorrow; perhaps he has arrived a day early at the time of this paragraph's relevance:

"Between 8 months old 1 year old, your child is growing into a more independent toddler - yet he or she is even more uncertain about being separated from you. This is when separation anxiety typically develops, and your child may become agitated and upset whenever you try to leave him or her. Whether you need to go into the next room for just a few seconds, leave your child with a sitter for the evening, or drop off your child at day care, you may find that your child cries, clings to you, and resists attention from others."

Saturday, September 17, 2005

Laugh buttons

Pete is doing much better. He's on antibiotics, and he seems to be feeling good. Last night, I was trying to give him the medicine with a little syringe, and he jerked to the side, knocking a bit of medicine onto the front of his shoulder. So I got a bit of damp cloth and started patting it onto the offending spot of medicine. And Pete started laughing and laughing! It turns out that the upper corners of his chest are little laugh buttons. This is a great, great discovery.

Friday, September 16, 2005

Flickr: a bettr place for pictrs

We've gotten a Flickr account, and Pete's pictures are now much better organized. Searchable, too. The latest big batch includes Pete's recent baptism and trips to Davenport, Kenosha-Milwaukee, and the Twin Cities, as well as my pictures from Greece this summer.

Thursday, September 15, 2005

The Call

I got The Call this afternoon. Not the call to the big leagues, which I still expect any minute, but the call from day care: Pete has a fever, so come get him, 'cause he's all yours now, bub. The remainder of the week just got really different.

Friday, September 09, 2005

Baking with Pete

Pete and I have been baking a cake and brownies. That is, I've been preparing the ingredients with Pete in a carrier in front of me, while Pete excitedly reaches for everything with his hands and feet. My reach is longer than his (even spotting him the advantage of being in front of me), but the difference is small enough that whenever I relax my vigilance for a second, he's sure to catch the lip of a bowl with a finger or toe. It was not his fault, however, that in the course of my licking a spatula, he got a medium-sized spot of chocolate batter on his head.