Chinese Water

The baby is having her morning sleep. She has been up since 6am, whingeing about her teeth. With her gums so sore she just wants Lynne all the time. She was very disappointed when Lynne went to work.

Yesterday I bought her a teething ring. It is filled with water so that I can put it in the fridge and it will be nice and cool when the baby chews it. Chinese water, imagine that. It's raining outside and the ring is filled with water from the other side of the world. There's a point there if I could think of it.

In other news I have made a language breakthrough. It's this; 'Mawmawmawmawm,' doesn't always mean 'Lynne'. It can also mean 'milk'. I can't imagine that Lynne will be very happy about that, but there you go. 

I'm quite tired now, but tomorow is my day off. I'm going to work.

Teeth!

After enduring periodic bouts of shrieking and drooling so much she looks like she's been swimming, the baby finally has a bit of tooth showing. It is in her lower left gum, like some snaggle-toothed hick. It's pretty sharp too: it must have hurt like a bastard. 

It still hurts like a bastard too, she is currently doing circuits of the floor, squealing and grabbing things, chewing them to fuck. She is better than she was first thing this morning though, my nose is covered with scratches and my lips are sore where she tried to twist them off. Got to go she is making for the door.

Progress Report

I’ve just realised that I haven’t actually posted on how the baby is getting on for fucking ages. I’ve been chuntering on about every other bloody thing.

Anyway, she’s fine. Thanks. She still doesn’t have any teeth, I was a bit premature with mentioning them, but I can see the shining little white buds under her gums if I gawp into her mouth for long enough. The teething pain seems to have subsided for now and will come and go, oooh, until the teeth actually come in. Which could be any time over the next year. In the meantime, everything in here is absolutely chewed to death and covered in slobber. Everything. She has gummy little hands too, and likes to grab my nose with her thumb up my nostril while she slaps me with the other hand. It's horrible.

I was premature with the crawling too. The baby can roll about the floor quite confidently and sometimes she kicks her legs when she is on her belly as if she is trying to find a purchase with her knees, but she hasn’t figured out that she needs to lift her chest of the floor with her arms to become truly mobile.

I suppose the main development is that she doesn’t grunt so much when she has a poo. This would make it hard to tell if she had done one, but she has decided she will no longer tolerate a dirty nappy. The signal is now a hoarse shriek that is sometimes so hoarse it makes her cough.

She babbles all the time and recently I have noticed that there are times when she seems to say ‘Dadadada’ and ‘Mamamama’ in what would seem to be appropriate contexts, but I know this is wishful thinking. She is far, far too young to be talking yet.

She isn’t the little pudding she used to be, but she is still just a baby. But sometimes, when we put her in a dress, she looks like a proper little girl.

Drool

The baby is now exploring the world by putting everything in her mouth. She specialises in grabbing the hem of her dress in both hands and then ramming both fists into her gob, thereby showing everyone her pants. The enthusiastic chewing of everything has also lead to an increase in slobber, the shoulders of all my tops now being covered in a slivery sheen. Drool runs freely down her chin and she clutches at my face with sticky fingers. We think she might be teething, but we are not sure. She did cry a lot last week, but this week she is back to her happy little self. An exploratory finger in her mouth found no teeth and was quickly drenched in slavver.