Puns come true

Yesterday, Mr. Punch pointed out that Alexander had literally ripped the F out of my keyboard. Put his nimble baby fingers to good use, reached in there, and removed the F key from my laptop. No lie. Its funny and annoying all at the same time. Ah, parenthood.

Songs

I make up songs, not as well as Mr. Punch, but randomly, to amuse the buglet while I'm trying to get him to do something he's resisting (sleeping, holding still for a diaper/pajama change, wait a minute until I can pick him up...). And when he's grumpy, like today (realizing how sucky it is to be sick), I make up extra. In the tradition of "Twinkle Twinkle Little Bat":

Grumpy grumpy little bug
Shiny face just like a slug
Grump all day and grump all night
You won't sleep without a fight
Grumpy grumpy little bug
shiny face just like a slug.

Snot, Snot, Snot.

All the time. For the past four days. Him and me both. We have a cold. I cannot describe the painintheassness of being sick with a sick baby. Correction, being sick, home alone, with a sick babyNever, never, never could I have imagined it. But this weekend, his dad did all the wrangling and I made guest appearances, to which responded with the biggest smiles ever. So, almost worth it.

It's not serious, in case you're worried. No fever. Smiling and responsive and playful when he's not tired/about to nap. Just buckets of snot and drool, and the most pissed-off response to having his nose cleaned.

He's zooming towards eight months. Still the same habits of cuteness: biting fingers, trying to crawl. Now he can sit up, unassisted for minutes. He's working on grabbing anything that is within reach and stuffing it in his mouth.

We're so cooked once he works out crawling.