Baby D is not coping too well with the advent of winter, such as it is. For three days now, he's been listless and very very un-rambunctious. His blocked nose doesn't let him sleep comfortably and he has had to put up with saline nose drops. I try to pick gently at his tiny nosey in order to dislodge the "stuff" and give him some relief. I had never thought that successfully picking at another human being's nose could give me so much satisfaction! Oh grossness Baby D! What are you going to say when u grow up and read this?
The blocked nose is cleared up now, but Baby D has a teeny little cough and a case of the sniffles. I can't quite say what , but something tells me he has a sore throat too. Poor Baby D is still trying to play, but always ends up falling asleep instead. If I talk to him, he still musters up his smile, before launching into a narrative of his troubles. How can I help you Baby D except by holding you and singing to you, which somehow seems to calm you down.
I wish I could make it better and soon. I wish the doctor would pay attention to your cold rather than dispense useless advice about your cradle cap and arbitrary directives on the state of your dry skin. I like my baby with a cradle cap if only he'd become his usual self and drive the household up the wall.
Get well soon Baby D.
Post pregnancy, momma has too much hair fall. So I thought this was as good a time as any to get a more Baby D friendly haircut. It's shorter than it has been in the past ten years, and the hair dresser has assured me that the messier I make it, the better it will suit the "look". So I don't need to waste any time at all with my hair. Besides it can be scooped and swept out of the way of Baby D's exploring fingers. This is so he doesn't get strands wrapped around his delicate little fingers.
Ready to play Baby D, just you kick that cold away for good.
The blocked nose is cleared up now, but Baby D has a teeny little cough and a case of the sniffles. I can't quite say what , but something tells me he has a sore throat too. Poor Baby D is still trying to play, but always ends up falling asleep instead. If I talk to him, he still musters up his smile, before launching into a narrative of his troubles. How can I help you Baby D except by holding you and singing to you, which somehow seems to calm you down.
I wish I could make it better and soon. I wish the doctor would pay attention to your cold rather than dispense useless advice about your cradle cap and arbitrary directives on the state of your dry skin. I like my baby with a cradle cap if only he'd become his usual self and drive the household up the wall.
Get well soon Baby D.
Post pregnancy, momma has too much hair fall. So I thought this was as good a time as any to get a more Baby D friendly haircut. It's shorter than it has been in the past ten years, and the hair dresser has assured me that the messier I make it, the better it will suit the "look". So I don't need to waste any time at all with my hair. Besides it can be scooped and swept out of the way of Baby D's exploring fingers. This is so he doesn't get strands wrapped around his delicate little fingers.
Ready to play Baby D, just you kick that cold away for good.
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