I can’t believe it’s been a month since I was whining about Timothy not having any teeth and whatnot. We spent the better part of last month dealing with illness and other family matters, but it hasn’t slowed us down. Oh, no–Timothy is doing everything he can to remind us how much we still need to re-baby-proof our house. Jamie’s records need a new home since he probably doesn’t want teeth marks in the vinyl. There’s also a selection of books on the bottom of our shelf that keeps getting pulled out.
Hold up: TEETH!
Well, tooth.
Timothy grew a tooth. Just one for now. We can see that the other one wants to come in, too, but right now he just has the one and it’s pretty cute. I like babies with snaggle teeth, don’t you? In case you’re wondering if he has bitten me yet, the answer is yes. But that was when he was sick and had an ear infection. You know how your ears get all clogged and clenching your jaw helps pop them? That’s what he was doing. Since babies don’t use their teeth when nursing, and he’s all better now, it’s not a problem anymore.
Food-wise, he’s still not interested. I let him have a taste of applesauce and he was so not liking it. He did that crazy shiver with the yuck face like I had tried to stick a spoonful of boogers or castor oil in his face. I don’t think he’s starving or missing out on anything yet, though–after all, he does weigh like twenty pounds…or more.
Finally, on Saturday, Timothy spied a remote control on the floor. This pushed him from the world of rolling for transportation to the world of CRAWLING. I dug out the baby gate and have cluttered up the shelves with even more Things Timothy Tried to Eat. He’s really good at finding Legos, by the way. And beans. And rocks.
I leave you with this short cell phone video of Timothy making his way across the living room. He likes to crawl with his mouth hanging open and I wish this clip was clear enough to see it. Oh well. Maybe Santa will bring me a better digital video camera (HINT HINT).
This was one of those “Quick! Grab the nearest available camera and get a shot of this!” moments. Unfortunately, the nearest camera was my phone, but here you go. Coincidentally, this is also why he has been having trouble sleeping. You know…MUST. PRACTICE. ROCKING.
Has it really been half a year? I hate how time goes by so quickly. But I love how fun Timothy is! Gone is the sweet, snuggly newborn who loved to puke and poop all day. Here now is the sweet, squishy baby who knows how to roll, scoot himself in a circle, and melt your heart with his big, double-chinned grin. For the record, Timothy still hasn’t had any juice or baby food. No, those rolls are 100% breastfed. This picture does not do him justice. Timothy was just too busy trying to get into mischief when I was snapping these photos.
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Timothy is five months old today and that is SO CRAZY! In the past month, he finally decided that it’s okay to be on his tummy to play, except when he spits up and then smashes his face all in it. Then it’s gross and so not cool.
He has also discovered how fun it is to screech at the top of his lungs and make this forced laughing sound. I tried to capture this phenomenon on my camera phone, so if you can endure the horrible quality, take a look at this clip.
Also, whenever he smiles, he smashes his face into the floor or my chest or whatever is closest because, like one of my dear friends said, it’s like he’s overcome with emotion. I also adore the way he slaps his knees when he laughs and I’m holding him in a seated position. I’ll have to try to get someone to video that for me soon.
He still has dark baby hair on the back of his head that makes him look like an old man, and he’s growing some hair on top of his head. So he has a mohawk/receding hair line going on. It’s so bizarre.
Timothy has an excellent disposition. That sounds so formal, haha. It’s true though! Despite the fact that he is teething and therefore drooling buckets or gnawing on all objects within his grasp, he is truly a happy baby. The older boys love talking to him because whenever they so much as look at him and say his name, Timothy breaks into hysterics and it turns into a gigglefest of gargantuan proportions.
Hoo Lordy. I was all set to give Timothy a bath this afternoon. Here’s how I usually do bathtime:
Put baby bath tub in kitchen sink
Fill bath tub with water and organic lavender baby wash
Get towel and washcloth ready
Undress Timothy on the changing table
Give Timothy a bath
Sounds easy enough, right? I did things a little backward, though, and I undressed Timothy before filling up the tub. I figured that since it only takes a minute for it to fill, what’s the harm in standing in the kitchen with a naked baby? What I did not factor in was the fact that Timothy had not pooped yesterday, so he was due for a major dump within the next 48 hours. I thought surely he would not poop on the floor while the tub was filling.
ASSUMPTION FAIL!!!
Pooping on the kitchen floor is exactly what he did. I guess it could have been worse. I could have been holding him with my hand on his rear instead of in a cradled position with his rear pointing toward the floor. Or I could have had him sitting on my hip facing out. I am thankful that he was positioned perfectly so that all the poop made it to the floor and that I did not end up with a handful of poop.
But wait! There’s more!
When the tub was full and I was (stupidly) sure that Timothy was done pooping on the floor, I stuck him in the water so I could grab a towel from the drawer by the sink in order to clean up the poop. I knelt down, swiped up the poop with the towel, and got up to quickly toss the towel into the laundry room. I heard grunting though, and thought surely he would not poop in the bath tub, too.
ASSUMPTION FAIL TIMES TWO!!
Sure enough, there was baby poop swirling around in the lavender bubbles, and Timothy was just splashing away in it. I had to get him out, wrap him in a towel, and immediately dump out the poop water (no pun intended). We ran to get a clean towel for Timothy’s second bath, then came back to spray out the tub with the kitchen sink sprayer thinger. I waited a few extra minutes before putting Timothy into a fresh bath so I could be extra double super sure he was done pooping.
Thankfully, he was, and now he smells like flowers.
