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Fang: A tour of my teeth

BREAKING NEWS ALERT: BABY SITS UP stop AND CRAWLS stop

Guest blogger N. Thuno.



Marcus Neulander, aka Little H, 32.5 weeks, has officially learned how to sit up on his own. He spent the last several nights practicing in his sleep. Which made for an interesting sleep arrangements for his mom. When asked for comment, the sleep deprived woman said, "It's great. We're so excited... Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz".

Marcus is also perfecting crawling. Thus far, he has completed only one lap of his rug and Bozana quilt, but he really started trucking when he saw his favorite new toy this morning:

Amazing how fast that little fella can move when there's a Melissa & Doug rainbow stacker involved. The cats, yet to realize what's in store for them, refused comment and continued trying to enter Marcus's room. They are certain there must be food in there somewhere.

Marcus's father has even witnessed these amazing feats, " It's the best b-day present. Ever. Except for maybe that fantastic cake my wonderful wife made me. That was pretty tasty."

Both parents acknowledge the need for video footage documenting these new acts of super-babyness. "He just moves so quick," noted Mom, "and it's all so new that I haven't had a chance to run downstairs for the camera." Guess it's a good thing her knee is on the mend again: She's going to be running around a lot more.

NOTE: All baby gate donations may be sent to Marcus's home address.

World Cup

World Cup started on the 11th and Dad has been trying to watch as much soccer as possible. I've been helping. Sometimes the games don't go quite as well as Dad would like:

See. All I can say is, "Oh my. Silly Ref" The Phantom Foul of 2010 will live in infamy!

The games, or at least halftime, give us a chance to have man-talk and do things like practice my cruising (as evidenced below).

Brian: Look mom, no hands!

Then Mom comes over and demonstrates crawling, which I'm thisclose to getting.

And in other news, 1 of my 4 tooths up top has broken through, with the top front 2 maybe opening up (they go in and out a little, making them somewhat elusive). I am sleeping soooooooo much better. Mom started laughing about it. Behind my back, no doubt. I think she was down right giddy about it yesterday. Drunk on sleep and cleaning.

All this time, it was my teeth.

Guess that's why most kids get them one at a time. Not 6 at a time. Must be a Neulander thing, since my crazy cuz had the same situation.

So Dad's Day is tomorrow and Brian Day (also known as Dad Day to me) is Tuesday, so I'm very excited and am working on giving Dad a big kiss. Maybe making a poop for him. You know, something special. The Contractor Fairy already came early and left Dad a shiny new cordless drill. Dad was very touched.

To all the other Dads in my life, I wish you a fantastic day (and hope your card doesn't take too long to arrive).

Cool Dude

This is how we roll, peeps!


Ok, The sippy cup doesn't actually come with us. Mom gives me water when we get home*, but we'll just call it poetic license.
Peace out.

* Since we live in Hades or on the sun. One of the two. She gets a little worried about dehydration. Something or other about roast baby if we leave late than 7.30...

Chik-fil-a

Mom made me chicken for dinner: yummy!

She also talked to the doctor and gave me some baby Tylenol this evening for my 4 (!!!) tooths that are coming in up top. Guess I'll be adding 2 more on the bottom soon to balance things out. Anyway, these tooths have been hurting me, and I don't much want to eat (only yogurt 4 days last week) or sleep well (where to begin?). My disposition improved greatly after it kicked in! Poor mom has tried every homeopathic and simple remedy known, but WOW they've been hurting more than she knew.
I think it'll be a good night.

UPDATE: or maybe not such a good night... Poor me. Poor Mom.

Sleeping beauty

Little drummer boy

Mom let me rock out with the mixing bowls, a whisk, and a silicone spatula. It was a lot of fun, though I did decide that the spatula was the tastiest part.

In other news, my new favorite trick: Pulling myself up to standing. The first day I did it, I yelled out to mom to look at me. She looked at me and smiled. Silly woman didn't get it.
So I fell down (I was in my crib).

Then she got it, but still didn't really believe it. (The sleep deprivation training is working. Hah!)

So, I showed her again that night. In the tub. Right in front of her.

She said, "Wow, that's really great! Amazing! Now sit down. Sientese, Marcus. We don't stand up in the tub -- it's dangerous."

Sigh. She can be a real killjoy sometimes.