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Friday, July 20, 2007


Isaac's first tooth has made it past the gums, after months of just sitting there under the surface, waiting to go off. He has been so miserable this week, and of course he has been very generous with this misery and made sure we had some, too.

Poor little guy, though. So full of drool and anger and grump. It kind of feels like the nicu again, since we're doing everything we can do to help, but it's not going to fix the situation. The tooth needs to come in on its own schedule. Our best discovery is that he loves his Soothies pacifiers after they've been in the fridge in a bowl of ice water.

Tuesday night, he just did not want to go to sleep, and then he there were several wake up & complain sessions during the night, plus a couple of full wake-ups. Dennis and I were pretty zombified by morning, and the baby was wearing his full-on crankypants, the ones with fringe and spangles. We didn't think it would be fair to send him to his weekly daycare session at International House of Boodles in that condition, so we kept him home. I stayed home and telecommuted, on the theory that having two brain-dead parents in the house is nearly equal to having one functional adult. Dennis is still primary when I'm working at home, since I'm working and all, but it does make things easier, especially with a Crankapotamus on the loose.

He seems slightly better this morning, so maybe he's a bit more comfortable now. We are hopeful, but let's just say I'm glad I didn't pay the extra shipping to have the new Harry Potter book tomorrow, because I don't see this being a nice, relaxing weekend. It's not going to make much of a difference if it comes Monday or Tuesday with free shipping. It would just sit on the table all weekend, mocking me.

Speaking of HP, I got to see the new movie with Ryan and Leigh last night, and it's total knitting porn. I kept getting distracted by all the awesome sweaters. And by the giggly teen girls sitting behind us, but they redeemed themselves by responding to "the dark lord is back!" with a loud, spontaneous chorus of "NO SHIT." Ok, maybe you had to be there, but their timing was perfect.

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