Lula finally has teeth. On Saturday I saw and felt the first one breaking through. Bump and I are waiting expectantly for the diarrhea and associated diaper rash that accompanied Lumpyhead’s first teeth. Good times.
There is no sign of Lumpyhead’s two-year molars. Every time he’s acting like a little shit I think, “Hmm, could it be the teeth?” but it turns out he’s just being a pain in the ass.
I came home last night to Lumpyhead sprawled out on the living room floor, talking to himself.
His new rainboots arrived. They’re cute (covered in frogs, like Egypt in the full grips of Plague Number 2), but way too big. Apparently he put them on, took one step, and fell down.
When he trips or bumps into something or injures himself in some minor way, he says, “Okay? Okay? Are you okay?” Since we’ve been working on “Your name is not ‘You,’ it is ‘Lumpyhead’” he often adds “You okay Lumpyhee-yud?”
I’m pretty sure he now thinks his name is “You, Lumpyhead.”
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I particularly enjoy the question and response in the 2nd paragraph. I often, to my detriment, skip the vital questioning stage and jump straight to the conclusion.
Does he say “Lumpyhee-yud” in the same way little guy said “Lumpyhee-yud”?
Aunt Bob: Yes, almost exactly the same way.
I had this tidbit in the original post, but removed it because I figured only you and I would care.
No way. I care too.
Crap. Now you know I'm not ignoring you.
Hooray for teeth! Hooray for rainboots! Hooray for Lula and Lumpyhee-yud!
I care too. I still think of Little Guy every time I hear someone say, "hilarious." I alway repeat it to myself, "hill-aaaaariOUS!" I realize this dates back to Lucy being 2 months old and Little Guy is probably rolling his eyes at me for being one lame auntly.
Why on earth does teething cause diarrhea?
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