Monthly Archives: December 2004

Come In Tooth… PLEASE…

Oh. My. God. Will this teething never end?

I checked the baby’s food diary, and I noted on November 11 that he was starting to cut tooth #5 (on top). It is now December 30 and the tooth finally broke the gum surface yesterday. He’s been sleeping very poorly for the past two months, and I’ve finally dug in my heels and started putting him in the crib through the night. He wakes on average of every 2-3 hours, and there are nights that he has me up every hour on the hour… but I have to persevere, as we are not going to continue cosleeping. It just isn’t working well for us, and it’s insanity to continue the same actions expecting a different outcome.

George’s first Christmas was fun, if only a bit stressful. I was determined to make Christmas a simple affair, and I was careful to stay on budget. He had more fun tearing the wrapping paper than playing with his gifts, although he warmed up to his new police car and workbench very quickly. He drops the ball in the drill press and his workbench plays this little tune; when it starts to play, he starts dancing. Uncle Tom named it “The Doopie Dance” because he bounces his doopa up and down. I caught it on video the other day, it’s hilarious.

He’s trying to pronounce words; his first was “good” followed by “car” and “Tom” and “Oma”. He hasn’t modeled any more signs, but his cognitive abilities are really amazing. If you ask him “Where is your cereal?” he will point to his Puffs. He knows “book” and “duck” and “dog” and “bird” and “shoes” and “ball” and “light” and “toothbrush” but we’re still working on the signs for all of these. I’m starting to feel a bit discouraged, since I’ve been modeling these for him for about six months now, and he’s only seemed to grasp “light.” I’m sure he’s on-target developmentally, but I’m a mother, it’s my job to worry.

…Oh, and prayers are greatly appreciated. We’re dealing with some icky stuff right now.

First Haircut

Boo-hoo, Georgie had his first haircut today.



We took him to this place called Kids Kuts in Rocky River. It was expensive ($16 for a water spritz and trim!) but it was his first haircut. They give you several locks of hair for his baby book, plus they take Polaroid and give him some stickers, a comb and a little memento card for his baby box. The “chairs” are animals (like you see in a playground) and they have a train that runs through a mountain that gives the kids something to keep them occupied. I was amazed at how well Georgie did, especially with the clippers — he sat very still when she trimmed up his neck and sideburns! Next time, Papa will have to take him to his new barber, Mr. O’Connor. (I am scared to DEATH to cut his hair. The stylist asked me if I’d trimmed around his ears, and I laughed. Was it that obvious?)

Now that he’s finally had a haircut, we can take his picture for our Christmas cards. I thought about taking him to have them done professionally, but it’s expensive, and that’s why George bought me a digital camera!

On Sunday, Uncle Tom came over and helped George put together Georgie’s little car. (Let’s just say it’s a good thing that there were extra parts.)Georgie climbs on it every morning, wanting me to push him around the living room and kitchen. Hey, whatever keeps him quiet, right?

I bought Georgie his first pair of snow boots today, and he was clomping around getting used to them. I’m going to take him out in the snow tomorrow and see what he thinks.

A Man’s Man

I heard a very interesting quote the other day; a woman said that she was raising her son “to be the kind of man I would want to marry.”

Men aren’t treated with respect nowadays; watch any television sitcom and you’ll see the father being made out as stupid, always saying the wrong thing, accused of acting like a “typical man” for watching sports or labeled as a “chauvanist pig” for expecting his wife to cook or clean. Men are being emasculated by our society, expected to overcome their nature and be “evolved.”

I hate the fact that my son is being brought up in such a society. I appreciate my husband’s take-charge personality, his sense of responsibility to his family and friends, his masculinity. I want my son to mirror those traits, and I want to set a good example so that he sees a healthy relationship between his parents. I want him to see the beauty of wifely subjection (Camille Paglia is coontemplating suicide as I write this) and husbandly leadership.

And what of unconditional love? It’s so uncommon in this day and age. I feel that it is so important for him to know that we will love him no matter what path he chooses. We will do our best to offer him a firm foundation of conservative morals and beliefs, and hope that he sees the benefits of our example. I will never disown him simply because I disagree with his decisions. I have experienced such abandonment, and could never visit that upon my child.

I feel the weighty responsibility of setting a good example, teaching him properly, watching my language. I must shield him and nurture him. I must raise him to be a strong man, a good man. A man like the one I married.