). He got right into the spirit of things, joining in on conversations and flirting with all the ladies! He’s such a little social butterfly and didn’t even get cranky when we were late getting home for his nap.
He didn’t eat cake, but he did enjoy a little bit of bow tie pasta salad and then drooled into mummy’s water bottle. Yum!
Of course, I meant the pocket on one of these and I was talking to Ronan, not his daddy!
I just want to say how much I actually love these bibs, too. Bibs are one of those things that you just never really put much thought into when you’re stocking up preemptively until you actually need to use them. Bibs for drooling, bibs for eating…I think there are a lot of bib makers making a lot of money off of oblivious new mothers and thoughtful gift givers because I have a lot of bibs that are useless for containing the dribble and drool of the wee monkey, and wouldn’t stand a chance against the mess he’s capable of making with food in front of him.
While not all purpose, this is now my favorite go to bib for anything involving food. I’m considering investing in another one or two…or more…
So yeah, like I said, “Get your crumpet out of your pocket.”
We took a trip to the post office this morning to pick up our package of Ronan’s first cloth diapers! They’re hanging outside in the sun now to dry after a pre-wash and starting tomorrow, I will have a fluffy bummed monkey!
I just hope he doesn’t continue his trend of the last few days of pooping 3-4 times a day rather than just in the morning like he normally does. I blame that on the weaning. What a great time to start cloth diapering.
Bad mummy that I am, while we were sitting out on the lawn with Bailey this afternoon (or rather yesterday afternoon since it’s past midnight now), I let Ronan down on the grass where he proceeded to roll into a swarm of ants.
After a cool oatmeal bath that he did not enjoy at all, a dose of tylenol and a slathering of benadryl over the many bites on his arms, legs and even the back of his head, he curled up sleeping peacefully and oblivious to how awful I was feeling. He didn’t act bothered by it, but it had to have hurt and been uncomfortable. I know how it feels, especially since the blighters got in a few nips on me, too.
He woke up at a silly early hour before and while I’d usually get him back to sleep, I had to nurse him and give him cuddles until he was ready to fall asleep again because I just didn’t know if he woke because he was hurting or uncomfortable, or if it was just one of those random wakings that babies are wont to do. I checked his arms while he was feeding and couldn’t even see any of the bites, but why risk it?
As much as I don’t want my baby boy to grow up too fast, I can’t wait until he’s able to communicate with me, especially if it’s to let me know when he’s hurting.
Anyway, so here I am wide awake after only a half hour of sleep. Joy.
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