The potato being my son. Because he has a fever.
It is National Sisters Day! Horray for my bold sister for living life large. Remember, you are so much more than you realize. Yes, you, who already thinks herself well. You are even more.
Ole Eggsy has been in cahoots with a fever since last night. Advice nurse warns us that fevers over 106F or fever with infant Tylenol for over 3 days is a trip to the doc. Let’s hope home is where we stay.
In other news, we have temporarily put away our groovy high chair for a table top chair.
San Francisco space issues. You understand. Note the enthusiasm in his face. Very efficient baby chair. Up to 37 pounds. Turns 360 for all kinds of baby needs. We are proud of this discovery.
We also got baby a new silicon mat for eating out. Not bad. BPA free. Grandma feeds baby as we rediscover how awesome Sizzler is. Buns are highly addictive. Kid can’t handle the endless salad bar yet but there are many baby led weaning (BLW) options for him.
Eggs, melon, guac, peas, meatballs, bread were all in attendance for his BLW exploration. Today in his eighth month, baby is discovering food is good. All food. He rejects nothing.
Yesterday baby had a play date in the gardens with a new friend. Two strollers, two moms (& a dad) took the babes around & mostly stopped to admire the goose droppings (which were many). A walk really means find a shady spot to snack. Hey, it’s a good life.
Now it’s been nearly 24 hours since the fever started. Man, parenthood is loads of fun but it sure does drain you dry.
After I finish nursing this little hothead, it’s time for a snack myself.
Look at this painfully grumpy face before he refuses to nurse at Babies R Us, the site of the baby chair purchase. I love you BRU. I just realized today that stands for above mentioned store. I’m totes a mom.
