The other week we had some unwelcome visitors. I'm not talking about Shannon, Greg, and Nora, they were a delight. After the humans departed, we discovered visitors of the bug variety. Lice. I was told that it would be hard to spot lice in Fiona's hair because she's so fair, but in fact it was quite easy to see them crawling around near her temples. And guess what? I had them, too. And then even Rowan had a couple of nits. The injustice of preschool. So Fiona spent most of last week home with Rowan and me. She was matter-of-fact about the whole thing. "Mama, do I have school today?" she'd ask. "No, honey, not today," I'd respond. "Is it because I have bugs in my hair?" I suppose it's good she is bug-curious. Ba-doom ching!
Rowan at 9-1/2 months is changing at a rapid clip. Who is this big boy? Otis wants to know, too.
Months ago, Rowan went through a brief phase where he would say "Haaaaah" and sort of wave his arm in the air. It was usually a greeting in the morning from his crib, so it seems to safe to say that "Hi" was his first word. Coming in at number 2, there's "Ffffff." This does not mean "Fiona." Like every other infant, Rowan loves ceiling fans. There's one in his room that he gazes at a lot. On Thursday, I picked him up from his crib and he threw his head back to look at the fan, which was on high speed (we went from cold and rainy to hot and humid. Just can't win). I pointed and said, "Fan. Can you say fan?" Lo and behold, he said, "Ffffff." I said, "Yes! Fan!" So he said it again and giggled. Now whenever we go into his room he looks up and says, "Fffff." Bittersweet, and I hesitate to say it's a real word, but let's just say the syllable "ma" is coming out, on repeat. Rowan only ever says it when he's in distress. But he's gotten to the point where he consistently says it in distress. "Mamamamamamama," he'll cry. Argh. Like I said, bittersweet. Rowan is starting to figure out this crawling thing. He's not there yet, but all of the sudden he is motivated. Today, he hit his noggin on the floor pretty hard, and later he slid from all fours to his stomach and didn't know what to do. Think we need to do some upper-body work. Anyone know where I can buy some baby dumbbells? And Fiona has figured out how to pump her legs on the swing. She needs an initial push to get moving, but then, as long as she's paying attention and remembers to pump, she can keep herself swinging. Very liberating for the both of us!
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