Baby D nodded off at 9:30 after his usual 3 oz and Mommy D heaved a sigh of relief. He woke up fussing at 10:45, Mommy D wondered why. Turns out he wanted 3 oz more. He nodded off once more, Mommy D breathed out slo-w-l-y. Baby D was up again in fifteen minutes, he had forgotten to burp. At 11:30 pm he woke up again - just because. Then Daddy D settled him down for hopefully what is his seven hour stretch. Phewwww..and now the big news of the week can be told.
Baby D has achieved yet another milestone..drum rolls..he can now roll! The first time he did this, he was chasing Mr Rattlesworth and looked pretty pleased with himself on his tummy as we clapped and cheered. But rolling doesn't come as easily to him as does the sideways turn - not yet. And so Baby D practices. From the time he gets up in the morning to the time he's ready to go to bed at night. His nose is bright red from taking his weight as he first turns easily to his left, then buries his nose in the bed attempting to make the complete turn. This he does after a bit of a struggle but then gets his arm stuck underneath him, which we have to untangle, to keep him from getting too frustrated.
Baby D is enjoying his first views of the world from another angle as he lays on his tummy, smiles and turns his head around, generally shows off and thinks to himself - " a whole new world".
The other news is a degree of snobbishness that he's acquired, choosing to go to a specialist rather than his regular pediatrician. Baby D's eyes have been going pink despite a couple of different drops that were prescribed to him by two different pediatricians. So Mommy and Daddy D took him to see an eye specialist at a swish new hospital where Baby D charmed the receptionist with his well timed coos and babbles. The eye doctor says his infections are to do with a partially blocked tear duct, which Mommy D has a hard time believing given the copious amount of tears he's capable of producing when he's displeased.
Also, Baby D has decided to treat his cradle cap by his own simple method - he's scratching it out with his fingers. Mommy D has tried to prevent him, but finds that if stopped, he would pop both his hands into his mouth instead and make himself throw up. So she has decided to let him pick at his cradle cap, as the lesser of the two evils. As it turns out, Baby D's methods are proving to be more effective than his doctor's. So it's all for the best.
Baby D has discovered lately that he has ears, and naturally he tugs at them. Between his head scratching, ear tugging and lip chewing, Baby D is fast taking on the appearance of a somewhat eccentric pint sized scientist.
Baby D has achieved yet another milestone..drum rolls..he can now roll! The first time he did this, he was chasing Mr Rattlesworth and looked pretty pleased with himself on his tummy as we clapped and cheered. But rolling doesn't come as easily to him as does the sideways turn - not yet. And so Baby D practices. From the time he gets up in the morning to the time he's ready to go to bed at night. His nose is bright red from taking his weight as he first turns easily to his left, then buries his nose in the bed attempting to make the complete turn. This he does after a bit of a struggle but then gets his arm stuck underneath him, which we have to untangle, to keep him from getting too frustrated.
Baby D is enjoying his first views of the world from another angle as he lays on his tummy, smiles and turns his head around, generally shows off and thinks to himself - " a whole new world".
The other news is a degree of snobbishness that he's acquired, choosing to go to a specialist rather than his regular pediatrician. Baby D's eyes have been going pink despite a couple of different drops that were prescribed to him by two different pediatricians. So Mommy and Daddy D took him to see an eye specialist at a swish new hospital where Baby D charmed the receptionist with his well timed coos and babbles. The eye doctor says his infections are to do with a partially blocked tear duct, which Mommy D has a hard time believing given the copious amount of tears he's capable of producing when he's displeased.
Also, Baby D has decided to treat his cradle cap by his own simple method - he's scratching it out with his fingers. Mommy D has tried to prevent him, but finds that if stopped, he would pop both his hands into his mouth instead and make himself throw up. So she has decided to let him pick at his cradle cap, as the lesser of the two evils. As it turns out, Baby D's methods are proving to be more effective than his doctor's. So it's all for the best.
Baby D has discovered lately that he has ears, and naturally he tugs at them. Between his head scratching, ear tugging and lip chewing, Baby D is fast taking on the appearance of a somewhat eccentric pint sized scientist.
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