Big Day

I didn't really mind turning 30 and I don't mind turning 40. Seriously. Man, you could not pay me to be 24 again. Am I supposed to be lamenting the years slipping away when the years brought me this?

I don't think so.

My birthday was very good. We went to Bluestar Cafeteria for lunch, then the Apple store at the Domain for my brand new iPhone (special shoutout to Sam the Apple Store Guy who was nice, helpful and not condescending) then our much-discussed trip to Atomic Tattoo.

And finally, pizza and Champagne for dinner.

All is well.

Chompers #3-6

After an incredibly fussy few days, I made a spur of the moment decision this morning to bring Oliver to the Saturday clinic. With the recent bronchitis, the near miss on the ear infection, the three-a-night wakings...something didn't "feel right" to me.

Turns out something doesn't "feel right" to Ollie, either. He has four new teeth trying to break through, in adidition to the two new ones that already broke through on the bottom. After examining his ears, throat and other potential trouble spots, the doctor took a peek at his gums and said "Ah-hah!" Then she showed me the two front teeth starting to push against the gums and the ridge of white on the other sides of the top gum that signals some additional visitors. I'd been so enamored of the new bottom teeth I was not expecting the top ones so soon. This didn't happen with Logan, his teeth kind of came in steadily.

No wonder Oliver has seemed miserable. I would, too. Anyway, it's Tylenol, Orajel and frozen waffles until he gets through this and then maybe he'll have some time to enjoy them.

Lemmeeee Feed the Baby!

Logan has to be watched closely but he is pretty good at feeding Oliver. He gets as much food in Oliver's mouth as anyone else, anyway. And Ollie is so entranced by Logan he gobbles up the food just to keep getting Logan's attention.

Chomper #2

Breaking news: Oliver's second tooth has begun to poke out to keep the first one company. The first one has pushed all the way through the gum now. He's pretty drooly but generally in a good mood about it.

Daddy Rescues the Balloon

Larry rescues Logan's balloon from the ceiling fan using a toy robotic arm from Terra Toys. I feel like this might be a metaphor for our parenting, but I can't quite verbalize it.

The Toddler Mind

Logan, do you want some juice?

Yellow juice*, mommy!

OK, here is some yellow juice in your alphabet cup.

No, mommy! Want it out of my cup!

**(Inner thought: how will I give him juice out of a cup? What does that even mean?)**

Buddy, that's your juice.

No, mommy, no yellow juice!

**(Inner thought: it's that or unsweetened sun tea, my friend.)**

What kind of juice do you want?

Yellow juice!

OK, there it is.

Oooh, mommy, yellow juice!

**(Inner thought: where did I put the Xanax?)**



*Watered-down limeade.

Chomper #1

Breaking news...Oliver sprouts first tooth! We can finally see it coming in on the bottom front right, and the river of drool and fussiness confirm it.

Bulletins as events warrant.