We have just survived what can only be categorized as the worst Thanksgiving ever. No, the turkey did not fall on the floor, nor did any major blowups ruin a lovely dinner. Rather, Harper experienced what will henceforth be known as the trifecta of baby discontent: teething, constipation, and a cold. The cold, of course, soon became an ear infection. Unfortunately, we were unaware of this development because all Harper would do was stick her hands in her mouth, which we misinterpreted as a reaction to the teething. It went from bad to worse, and on Monday we were horrified to learn that she had a ruptured ear drum (we know we aren’t the worst parents ever, but we must be a very close second).
At any rate, with some good drugs, Harper quickly reverted back to her naturally cheerful and smiley self. With one exception, she is still teething! An unexpected and hilarious result of this is what you see in this picture: her tongue is almost constantly sticking out of her mouth at this point. I think that she is feeling her one little poker coming up on her bottom gum with her tongue. Whatever the cause, she’s definitely looking a little gangsta these days…
Another development of note is her chatter. She has begun to say recognizeable syllables, my particular favorite being ahmamamama. To which I respond, “Yes, I am your Mama.” No papapas as of yet, but I did hear a baba this morning, so hope is not lost, Papa Hog.