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The Weekly Peanut, Issue 7

The Weekly Peanut, Issue 7

WHAT A WEEK!   

I have heard no further reports of Daphne being a cookie thief since providing her with snacks of her own.  Bought her some of those Baby Mum Mum snacks to have at home, and (despite the mess) they are AWESOME because they keep her busy for a while.  She sure loves them too. 

Daphne is proving to be a pretty tough cookie.  Inevitably, learning to walk/stand is going to lead to some tumbles and I've been pretty impressed with her ability to bounce back.  I try not to make a big deal to get her worked up, but then there are other times that THANK GOODNESS SHE DOESN'T GET HURT because I am laughing so hard at how silly she looks.  I can give you an example: 

Did I mention Daphne loves food? We've been breaking out the high chair and giving her mini portions of whatever we eat to keep her busy while we have our own dinner and she LOVES it.  When I pull her out of the high chair it seems like there's more food in the chair and on the floor than got in her mouth, but she doesn't mind (neither does the dog). 

Daphne's first ziti

Daphne's first ziti

Friday.  We'll call it Not So Good Friday.  Day care was closed for the holiday so Ian and I had worked it out that I would have peanut duty until the afternoon when he would get off early and take over so I could take care of work stuff.  Started out ok.  Took Daphne down to the pediatrician to have them look at her eye (the lid had gotten puffy again *le sigh*) and she told us that it was time to go to the Ophthalmologist to find a long term solution to Daphne's tear duct issues.  I called the eye doc in the parking lot and WHAT A COINCIDENCE they had a cancellation and an opening that afternoon and could squeeze her in.  SCORE.  I took Daphne down to work so we could cheer on some of our work studies who were graduating (she behaved awesomely).  Then we headed up to the eye doc.  I am literally around the corner from their office when my car starts vibrating.  I hop out at a stop light thinking my front bumper has finally fallen off (long story) but no, it's just a flat.  I pull over to the side of the road that is the same road the doc is on.  I call them to let them know where I am, that I have a flat but I will change it as quickly as possible but then I will be at the appointment.  I can do this (I have changed my tire at least 3 times). I jack up the car no problem.  I grab the wrench and get the first nut off with some strain but nothing too bad.  The next one? It's not budging.  What the hell.  I pull, i grunt, I strain, and... SNAP.  THE WHOLE FRICKIN BOLT COMES OFF.  As in the bolt that is attached to the WHEEL OF THE CAR, the bolt that is supposed to hold the whole weight of the car BREAKS OFF IN MY HAND.  No really.  At this point I call Ian who is thankfully already on his way to us (he was going to take over at the doc so I could head in to work).  Ian tries to help, and 2 more bolts break off in his hands.  So my car is definitely not driving anywhere.  We call roadside, it is a frickin ORDEAL but we finally get a tow truck.  Daphne through all this is a TOTAL CHAMP, no fussing or whining, she is just peacefully hanging out in her car seat.  Bless her.  So we get the car to the dealership, the car needs more $$ in repairs than the car is worth so it looks like I'll be ditching my car sooner than anticipated. 

Bye-bye, Camry

Bye-bye, Camry

The next day we had to go buy Ian a car (that was the plan, just later in the year) so I can take over driving his car.  Buying a car is a long and annoying process.  Daphne was there with us through the whole thing.  I nursed her a couple of times in the waiting room for service (awwwwkward) BUT they also had some awesome kids' toys to help entertain her.  We survived, Ian got a new Civic, and I was ready to retire to my bed for about a month.  My arms, lower back, and shoulders all feel like they are about to fall off from carrying my (16 lb 6 oz!) kid around for two days. 

Car-shopper extraordinaire

Car-shopper extraordinaire

Sunday was Easter.  I had planned to try and talk Ian out of going to visit his family in Tampa, because I was just EXHAUSTED and we'd put the peanut through so much already, but I felt better with a decent night's sleep so we packed up and hit the road.  Baby Mum Mums saved the day AGAIN by keeping her happy for the car ride.  Daphne was great for her first Easter.  She wanted to eat EVERYTHING that we ate: mashed potatoes, baked beans, chicken, and even her very first cupcake!  She posed for lots and lots of pictures and even took her first tractor ride and "hunted" for eggs. 

That night at home during bathtime we made a major discovery: Daphne's first tooth has finally broken through the gumline!! It's just a tiny sharp point, but it is OUT and I never would have known it was bothering her at all.  Hurray, Peanut!! 

Should have known I was speaking too soon. 

The next day I got a call from day care.  They wanted to WARN me that Daphne was teething VERY hard, she was very unhappy, hurting a lot, and probably running a fever.  They said I might want to make sure I stocked up on some sort of teething treatment if I hadn't yet and maybe to bring some in to day care with me for the future.  Yeesh.  Sure enough, when I picked her up she was NOT happy and burning up.  Gave her some ibuprofen when we got home and she just wanted to curl up on my chest and snuggle the rest of the evening (no complaints!).  She went down for bed at her normal time and slept through the night so I guess she felt better. 

ibuprofen snuggles

ibuprofen snuggles

The good news is that since then she hasn't had as bad of a day.  She's still teething but she otherwise seems to be feeling pretty normal.  Last night, after nursing, she was just lying across my lap and she started giggling and chuckling to herself for no reason that I could see.  She continues to impress me with her ability to entertain herself.   

We have a BIG adventure coming up this week, including the peanut's first airplane ride.  HOLD ME, I'M SCARED! 

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