The Story of Silky

A long time ago (about 24 years), in a land far far away (CA), there was a silky red bathrobe. This bathrobe was a gift to my mother for her birthday. Being the awesome kid that I was, I stole it from her. Being the inventive kid I was, it got called "Silky." I kept this bathrobe and used it as a blankie for a very very long time....it may possibly still sit on our bed. Brian has accepted the fact that our bed must be shared with this bathrobe or there will be consequences. Well, I was off at work today doing my work things, and Everett was being a fussy-boo. Brian decided it was too hard to work on a presentation with a fussy baby, but it sort of worked to clean with a fussy baby. Everett enjoyed watching Brian walk all over, picking things up, vacuuming, etc. When Brian moved on to the bedroom, he laid Ev down on the bed to watch. He continued picking up and noticed that somehow, not sure exactly how, Everett scooted himself over to snuggle with Silky. He was hugging it, eating it, and just generally being a baby with it. (We are guessing the nice texture plus the smell of stale mommy was very enticing.) When it was time for a nap, Everett wasn't quite ready to give up the red loveliness, so Brian tucked it into his crib with him. When I got Ev up from his nap, I pulled the bathrobe out of the crib sides and plopped it next to him. Everett promptly snuggled it.

I guess I believe in karma.

We're all still alive

It's been a few days. Oops! I haven't really written because I was afraid I might start cursing and crying about how life is not fair. I finally got in to the dentist for a comprehensive exam and cleaning. Result = very very very bad! Not only is the total estimate for everything I need done more than we currently have in our savings, but I had to get referred to an endodontist who costs 50% more than the normal dentist. I could rant about how it's not fair that I have a good diet, brush and floss and swish, don't drink lots of pop or eat lots of sugar, and end up with such sucky teeth, but I won't. ;) I am just now on a loooong road of trip after trip to the dentist and the disappearance of my hopes to stay home with Ev once we moved. It was kind of nice to only have to worry about student loans, and tacking all of this on top kind of made me break down on Monday and hide in bed. Better now, just still angry and upset.
In other non-self-centered news, Everett got his 4 month shots yesterday and took it like a trooper. We did still have to see his poor little face collapse in sadness when he realized someone had just stuck a needle in his leg, but he seemed to forget the whole thing quickly and wasn't even extra fussy that afternoon. Brian made sure to rub his leg so he wouldn't get all knotty, and we encouraged him to kick (not hard to do) to get the blood moving. He only had to have two shots and an oral this time, so at least there was something good about the whole deal. He also got a rattle. :) The little stinker has regressed a bit in his sleeping and is back to waking up 2-3 times per night (but not to eat, just waking) and we get up, give him his nuk (because we're too tired to do anything else), and go back to bed until he wakes up again.
We tried some rice cereal again last night to much better success. (Meaning I think he actually consumed some of it.) He leans in to the spoon when it gets near his face but is still a little confused about why we're putting this smelly stuff in his mouth. I'm still not going to try every day yet, but he's definitely starting to get the hang of it.
Brian's printing his thesis today (YAY!) and his defense is next week. I'm getting excited for our vacation to SC where I can pretend that dentists don't exist and we can just relax on the beach all the time (the weather gosh darn better be nice).

Jumperoo search = fail

*sniffle.* No jumperoo for us today. Apparently they are in high demand or something. Not even any on craigslist.... The search will continue... I'm loving the Fisher Price Precious Planet one.

This week's projects

On Monday, we decided to see how rice cereal would go over. Verdict: It didn't. Ev still hasn't quite mastered the use of his tongue for things other than nursing and chewing on hands. We're going to try again this weekend and see how he does and keep trying every week or so until he gets a good grasp on it.
Everett has recently gained more control over his hands and thus, become "grabby." He pulls my hair, scratches my face (which reminds me, I need to clip those baby nails again...), whacks me on the arms, and as we discovered this week, steals Brian's glasses.

Getting to the title of the post, here are my projects from this week. A crocheted octopus (not my fave, need to try it with a different pattern) and a wetbag for dirty diapers when we're out and about. Instead of ordering fancy PUL fabric online, I brainstormed and contemplated until I realized that shower curtains are waterproof and cost just over $2 at Wal-Mart.

Everett doesn't mind that his octopus isn't perfect...he's still good for munching.
Today, we need to find a jumperoo (Ever has discovered his legs and likes to use them to bounce up and down on mama's lap), dye some eggs, and get groceries. Newest movie rating: Slumdog Millionaire = A

I LOVE the new tobacco tax!

As I was perusing the stories on CNN this morning, I stumbled upon this article about the new tobacco tax which makes cigarettes a lot pricier than they previously were. They quoted some life-long smokers on how the tax is unfair and they are being picked on, and I, in response, laughed out loud. Seriously people? You release toxic chemicals into the air that will damage my lungs and the health of my son and you feel "picked on" and think this isn't fair? Seriously? And even though the tax will fund an expanded health care program for the children you are hurting, you still feel like it's all about you? I'm sorry, but that is ridiculous. I know tobacco is addictive and all, but this is more incentive to help you quit and better your overall health and lifespan. So how about you get over yourselves and your woe is me attitudes and either quit smoking or suck it up and help out those kids you are hurting every day. (Sorry Gramma!)

Oh yeah, and Everett's length was 25 3/4 inches. :)