…get your camera!” Hunter says to me this morning. “You have to take our picture!”
So I did:
Magnus has had a rough couple of days.
He’s been dealing with his very first cold and it hasn’t been going very well. This isn’t to say that he hasn’t been his happy self, he has, the trouble mostly comes at night when the poor little fella is so congested he can’t breathe. His appetite has also dropped off markedly, particularly in the milk department. (I also think it is official, Magnus detests pears. Shuts his little mouth up tight when he realizes that is what I’m trying to fee him.)
And now he has a cough. Last night after we laid him down to sleep, he coughed so hard that he threw up most of the best dinner he’s eaten all week. Of course, it was all downhill from there because I insisted on giving him a bath after he threw up all over himself, and, well, that is so notthe routine. Magnus has also had so many night time visits from momma and papa that he has decided he likes us around after he goes to bed. So, well, that’s fun too.
Hunter is a champ though… she sleeps through everything.
Hopefully this will all be over soon… momma and papa need some rest.
Magnus went swimming for the first time last Friday, 26 June 2009.
He wasn’t really into it because we were in the pool when he should have been eating his dinner. But he did kick his little feet as I moved him through the water. Of course, he kicks his little feet all the time anyway. Hmm.
Speaking of not really being into it… his Papa took the picture.
Jub in the Tub
There is one milestone Magnus has marked ahead of his sister: today he had his first x-rays. Six shots to be precise. Turns out a head x-ray is required to prove that the baby’s skull has yet to knit together before the hospital/insurance company/powers that be will sign off on a skull correcting helmet.
And guess what? Six-month-old babies don’t lay still for x-rays. Especially six-month-old babies whose mid-morning snack was interrupted to take said x-rays. Of course everyone just loves listening to a crying baby. I know I do.
Last night my husband told me that not everything he did was material for the blog.
Sad, because more often than not, I find him to be vastly entertaining.
Hunter does too.
You should hear her laugh when he teaches her new things…
Apparently Lou Dobbs can now be followed on Twitter.
I expect that sort of thing from douche bags like Wolf Blitzer or ACDB (yes, that’s redundant), but not Lou.
CNN must have made him do it. I think all the requisite Michael Jackson death coverage made Lou use some vacation time this week as well.
I just can’t imagine Lou a) wanting to be on Twitter or 2) wanting to talk about Michael Jackson’s death for days on end.
I don’t want to watch the news anymore.
Maybe I won’t.
Today Magnus had his six month check-up. He weighed in at 20 pounds 13 ounces and measured 29.5 inches long, placing him above the 95th percentile for height and at the 95th percentile for weight. (In related milestone news, Magnus is officially too big for me to carry using only one arm…)
It also looks like we may have to resort to a corrective helmet to fix the flat spot on the back of his head.
Magnus also has his very first head cold, so the timing worked out well on his appointment. Usually we go in healthy and bring back something awful. Today we killed two birds with one stone.
One final note: Magnus hates the air conditioner. Does not like the sound of it and gets downright angry when it blows on him. So that’s fun.
So.
Lately Michael has been attempting to influence Magnus’s first word by wandering around the baby saying, “Dadadadada.” In turn, I say “Mamamamama” to Magnus. Not to be outdone, Hunter has started saying, “HunterHunterHunterHunterHunter”… I wonder who will win…?
Probably the cat. (Hunter’s first word was “meow”…)
Another funny thing Hunter has been doing is grabbing us by the cheeks and, what she means to say is “dimples”, but what she’s actually saying is “nipples.”
Ha.
First Ed McMahon, then Farrah Fawcett, and now Michael Jackson.
I’m not sure why the news of Michael Jackson’s death makes me so sad… maybe it’s because CNN’s coverage of the event is atrocious. Maybe it’s because Thriller was the first album I ever owned, and man, we played the shit out of it.
Michael Jackson was just so cool. The jackets, the gloves, the moonwalk… And he remained cool, even when we found out what a freak show he was. Probably because in the burgeoning days of MTV (when it actually played videos…) the Thriller video was the coolest thing any of us had ever seen.
It’s like a piece of my childhood had died, and I’m sad.
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