Teeth!

We're all healthy and happy again here at the Tabony Household, a welcome relief from the past couple of weeks. Carter is cutting his first pair of teeth, a development we've only noticed in the last day or so. Thankfully, his gums aren't inflamed, and he doesn't seem to be in much discomfort. 2 tiny teeth on the bottom, both just barely exposed.

In other baby news, Carter is now ticklish! He always laughed at my finger coming to get him before, but the actual tickling didn't seem to affect him. We spent a lot of time laughing together today.

A's all around! This was the first full reunion of our Bradley Method Class. Francis, her daughter Theresa and Lindsey, along with Adelaide, all joined Cierra and Carter at a public library program. Afterwards, they all came back to our place for a playdate! Seems like just yesterday we were all sitting in class and our children were such a faraway concept (even though they were in the room with us). Look at what perfect little cuties they are!

Theresa, Carter, and Adelaide all aiming their cuteness at one place. Charm overload! Danger! Danger!

Still working on the whole crawling thing! He pushes up all the time now, like it's an excercise and he's a week away from having to fit into an old bathing suit. What he should be worried about is fitting into his nighttime outfits... lots of those are practically bursting at the seams!

Well, we have family and friends visiting us for the next week and we are super excited. Off to make preparations!

A Plague be Upon Our House....

Howdy everyone! Ah, the joys of parenting. Getting to share those special moments together. Like when you're both sick at the same time. All last weekend, sniffling, sleeplessness, screaming and crying... and Carter wasn't too content either.

Carter really doesn't like the bulb syringe when we use it to clean out his stuffy nasal passages. He jerks around until he manages to poke it into his eye or snap it sideways out of his nostril, then yells about how much that hurts. And all the while I'm fighting with him, I'm thinking, I wish they made these things for adults. Seriously, when you're really feeling crappy and your nose is full of junk, what would you pay to have someone let you lie on a soft table while they vaccumed all that crap out? That's right, you'd pay anything. This could be more lucrative than spa treatments.

Anywhoo, we'd both started to feel better by Tuesday, just in time for the remnants of Hurricane Ida to show up and drench most of our week. We didn't see the sun for three days here in Charlotte. Now that's over, and guess what, I've got conjunctivitis. (That's pinkeye, for those of you who didn't know and didn't feel like Googling it.) That's right, my left eye is all red and puffy, and it feels like it's ready to dry up and fall out of my head at the same time that it is leaking gross stuff (Not pictured). Now I've got the drops and I have to put them in every 2 hours, washing everything anytime I get close to touching my eye, which itches constantly. I've washed my hands more over the last couple days than most surgeons do.

This fatherhood thing is an awesome job, but the sick-time policy blows. Here's how that conversation went:

Me: Ugh. I feel terrible. My eye is crusted shut and I'm covered with germs. I don't think I can do this job today.

Carter: Yahhhhhhhhh!

Wall: Creak.

Pogo: Woof. (Give me my Prozac or I will poop on the floor.)

Wall: Groan.

Carter: YAHHHHHH!

Me: Ok, ok. (Staggers out of bed with one eye open.)

Yep, this job is fun, but the pay is nonexistant, there is no sick-time, and the boss sure yells a lot.


Cierra and Carter pose for a picture that will go on Cierra's Bradley Method webpage, which will be ready for viewing very soon. She's teaching her first class starting in January!

Happy times after I've staggered home from Time Warner.

Carter had an all-day play session with Riley on Monday. I wasn't here, but it seems Cierra handled 2 infants with about as much stress as it takes me to handle one. Must be that extra "x" chromosome. 'No Carter - socks don't go in the mouth!'

Carter and Riley work on sharing.

This eating thing seems so good in theory. It's just when I get it in my mouth that it's the most disgusting thing ever.
And finally this craze will surely sweep the nation. Baby. Krumping. Say it together now. Until next week!

Happy Halloween!

Hi there. My name is Carter. This is my dog. Get your own.

That is also my camera... Gimme gimme gimme! In a couple of weeks I'll be able to crawl over there and snatch it. I've been practicing pushing up and can now get my pelvis off the floor for extended periods. Now if these legs will propel me forward and not just slide back...

And this is my Mommy and this is my tractor. Vroom Vroom! At least that's the sound it would make if Daddy could keep it running. Silly daddy!

Mom got a new wrap this week, so I've spent most of the past few days as a baby burrito, getting shlepped all over town. And I'm making the most of it, gumming away while it still has that new fabric taste. I've been drooling and fussing more, so Dad thinks that I'm getting my first tooth. He didn't get that I was just being him for Halloween!

Actually, Dad dressed me up as a pumpkin, which was totally embarrassing. (I told him to make sure my outfit was pimpin, but he apparently wasn't listening very well.)

And that's it for this week! Babies got to get their rest. Stay classy, America!