Monthly Archives: November 2004


Where did my baby boy go?

He’s officially a toddler, since he’s started walking. He isn’t a squishy-faced monkey-baby; he’s a little boy with a sparkle in his eyes and a curl in his hair. He giggles when he farts (big shock) and gives me this squinty little toothy grin when he’s being goofy. He looks at Eddie when you ask “Where’s the doggie?” and model the sign; same for duck and juice and water and Papa and book. (Light is the only sign he’s modeled so far, but he definitely knows what’s going on.)

I can’t believe that time is going so quickly, that he’s grown so much, that he’s become such a cute little individual. I can’t smooch him up enough.

First Steps

The day after he turned ten months, he took his first steps.

I am in shock.

His walk/crawl split is about 70/30, but he’s walking more every day. And he’s experimenting with the steps now.

Something new every day…

Cruising, Grinding & Giggles

So he’s cruising around furniture very well, on the verge of walking. It won’t be long; I bet he’ll be toddling around before Christmas.

He’s started affecting this weird little “Beavis & Butthead” giggle. He usually does it after George comes home from work; I have no idea why. It’s annoying as hell, though.

And he’s grinding his teeth. Oh, man is it horrible! He grinds his teeth so hard that I think they’re going to pop out of his gums. I’ve tried tapping his chin in an effort to curb it, but that doesn’t seem to be working. It’s probably due to the fact that he’s getting more teeth; for whatever reason, it seems to take weeks for them to erupt. Poor kid.

First Blood

Georgie drew first blood today.

I was sitting at the dining room table when Georgie crawled into the kitchen. He’s really moving fast now, so I got up to get him, but before I could reach him, he’d pulled himself up on one of the stools, then pulled the stool over on top of him. It cracked him in the mouth and he s-c-r-e-a-m-e-d, poor kid. I picked him up and rocked him, trying to settle him. He buried his head in my shoulder and cried his little eyes out. When he pulled away, I saw that there was blood all over his lip, his shirt, my shirt… I started crying, too, and cleaned him up and gave him a freezy-pop to numb the pain.

From what I can see, it looks like he cut his upper lip right where it meets his gums. I think he’s starting to get another tooth, so I’m sure that this will add to his discomfort. Poor kid.