Stellan had his tongue tie corrected Wednesday. It was sad but fast, and after a day of fussiness (So incredibly uncommon for him… or not.) he is happy and has found nursing to be his new favorite pastime.
He stuck his tongue out at me too. It’s the first time he could!
Here’s to hoping happy is his new normal. We’re not there yet, but the pediatrician upped his reflux meds and finally recognized that Stellan cries far, far more than a baby ought to cry and committed to figuring out why. Stellan started crying during his two month checkup yesterday and showed the pediatrician his true colors. I’m almost grateful… strange?!
Life has been strangely quiet lately. No major mishaps, no out of the ordinary craziness… the biggest excitement for the week has been keeping Maisie contained from the male visitors who have been adamant that our yard… and dog… are fair game for their romantic interludes. If we have a litter of craziness to deal with in a few months, I wouldn’t be shocked. We woke up Sunday morning to a line of visitors – three of them – and Maisie, while Brady stood by and barked. If attempting to correct the situation hadn’t been so forefront, it would have been comical. Maisie’s been detained in the unused chicken coop. It was working until Sterling thought she needed to go inside, opened the chicken door, and Maisie blew through the inside chicken wire door. She’s like a wayward daughter from a country song… here he comes and she’s gone again. I went after the neighborhood hound dog with a BB gun, but it only scared him off momentarily. Clearly a trip to the vet is in order to prevent future such interludes – and perhaps a bigger gun.
Oh, and I got a new dishwasher. It’s our fourth (though each was purchased used) in 5 years. You’d think it were overworked around here or something.