mostly about mr. pickles but a little whining
I hate it when that happens.
I just sent her upstairs for being annoying (already!). She got her first zhu-zhu pet yesterday (blame it on the heat) and she can't find it and won't SHUT UP about it. (I did already help her look.)
heavy, woe-is-me-type sigh.
I didn't come here to complain. I came here to write a little snippet about mr. pickles so that's what I will do.
I love this baby. I've loved all of my babies, sickeningly so, but with each one I think I've loved their baby-ness a little bit more. They don't talk! They stare at you with nothing but love! They don't talk!
Nicholas is just such a perfect little bundle of baby. He is so good natured but when he gets crabby he lets you know it and I love his little crabby self. He scowls and grumbles and gets generally cantankerous but doesn't bust out the screams unless he is ignored for a long time. (so you can imagine how that almost never happens with a mother like me around. HAHAHAHAHA) I love his scowls. He is a bossy little
(update: she found the flipping zhu zhu pet!!!)
nurser. He pushes and grabs at my breast like he is in charge of the whole business. He'll look at me out of the corner of his eye while he's eating and if I am doing something else (like sleeping) he will pop off and look at me until I look back. Then he smiles. He will also stop nursing to follow a conversation I am having with one of the other kids or if he hears a scream or a thud downstairs. I just smile at him and say, "It's okay" and he smiles back and continues eating.
I've gotten a lot of his cradle cap off so his head looks much better. He does still seem sensitive to dairy but, and I'm just guessing here, probably not allergic. He doesn't get rashes or anything...just spits up and gets gassy if I have too much of it.
I have to wrap this up because I am starving and a fresh cup of coffee is waiting for me. The zhu zhu pet is also in the kitchen now and I might accidentally step on it if I don't get some food in me.