This too shall something-something
Big win of the week: Baby E. is no longer crying during the majority of his diaper changes. He has calmed down considerably, and seems to have finally realized what a fascinating world surrounds him, showing a particular preference for sunlight and reflective thingies. Also, he naps! He sleeps for six-plus hours at night! He’s still unbelievably gassy, and fusses a great deal. But he’s improving! I hope that this means I too am improving. I have cried much less myself. I have also only had to have two to three pep talks with myself about being a mom and what that means. So, improvements are abounding here in the land of New Parentia.
When Corgis Attack
In other news, A. and I and Baby E. and our dog were set upon by a pair of domesticated-yet-incredibly-territorial corgis last weekend. Our pup got bit and bruised, as did A.:
Luckily they are both okay overall. Pup is leaving her stitches alone, so she no longer needs the cone, thank goodness. In the heat of the moment, I was no help — I had Baby E. strapped to my chest in a wrap, his little legs and feet dangling like low-hanging fruit for needle-sharp corgi teeth, so after a few ineffective/missed kicks, I ran back to the dogs’ owner’s residence and got him to come get them. In a happy outcome, the guy offered with absolutely no prompting to pay for our vet bill. I know that should be a given — but there are plenty of idiots around our neighborhood who let their dogs run free and hand-wave our concerns with “Don’t worry, Mack/Roscoe/Fluffy is friendly!” while our pup goes into an aggressive foaming frenzy at the end of her leash, and Mack/Roscoe/Fluffy circles us and barks and barks and barks. If we kicked their dog in the ribs, we’d probably hear from their lawyer.
An Old Lady Am I
I am, I am. Last night I went to the grocery store for treats and came home with a bucket (Yes, a BIG BUCKET) of chocolate-vanilla ice cream, a bag of spice drops, and some dishwashing tablets. A. made fun of me for the rest of the night. Whatever, I enjoyed my many-colored gummy spices. The manufacturers really know how to capture the chemical aftertaste of clove.