The title of this blog pretty much sums up our week.
First, the liquids.
The primary liquid this week would be the drool pouring from his face by the pool-full.
The flooding experienced in this area is not from any hurricane, it is from my child's drooling. Surely, with that much drool there must be teeth coming in, right?
Wrong. Still no peek at the pearlies, just miserable symptoms.
The secondary liquid this week would be the goo pouring from his nose by the bucket-full, as he gets over the cold he had last week.
In our quest to clear congestion, we purchased two different battery powered nasal aspirators, aka snot suckers.
He's got something to be proud of though, because neither was any match for his Icky Sticky Mega Mucus.
If Spider Man were real, he could swing from building to building on Riley Wallace Super Snot. This stuff is unbeatable. But he does tolerate the power vacuum better than the traditional bulb, so we'll keep one of them.
No real snot pics, but here he is after just wiping his face on Jimmy's back, so it fits with the theme.
He and Jimmy are getting alot more friendly. And, much to our disgust, he loves it when Jimmy licks his hands and feet, even though licking is outside of Jimmy's rules, boundaries and limitations. (Cesar speak)
The cold he had put us back a few steps on his sleep progress, but he's getting better and relearning to put himself to sleep after a few rough nights and naps.
Now, to the solids.
This week, he ate his first "solid" foods.
First it was a nice mix of oatmeal and breastmilk...mmmmmm.
He did alright with it, but it took him a few tries to learn to swallow.
He quickly got tired of that bland old stuff and graduated up to a nice mix of carrots, oatmeal, and breastmilk.....double mmmmm.
Being an old pro at this routine, he was able to kick back and lounge in his chair while being fed like some kind of Lilliputian royalty.
we've discussed the solids and the liquids, now for the in betweens.
Nah, we'll just skip that section because it has to do with the putrid lava flows that erupt from his diaper every 4-5 days. I gag just thinking about it.
As soon as we hear the rumble we spring into action like emergency first responders, trying to save every piece of furniture and clothing in the vicinity. We'll talk about more fun things instead.
Saturday, he accompanied us to Buffalo Wild Wings to cheer on the Cajuns, who lost by only 3 points to a ranked team, Illinois.
He did really well in what was a very loud environment and got to make some new friends including Mr Lance, and Ms Traci.
Plus, during lulls in the game, we headed outside, where he got his hair styled by Hurricane Ike.
Sunday, he got to wear his custom made Who Dat onesie, courtesy of Cousin Loula.
Here he is modeling his outfit and showing more athletic prowess than dear old Dad (by virtue of simply being able to grip a football.)
Notice his intimidating "game-face."
He should do well when he goes to his first Saints game next month.
We won't discuss the horrible way in which he defiled the clothing only minutes after that pic was taken, but we were able to salvage the outfit to play another Sunday.
That's it for now.
On the docket next week is his first tailgating experience and Cajuns homegame. Should be fun (or a disaster, we'll find out)