Much to my parent’s delight, I’ve started grabbing my diaper and saying tee-tee. My parents immediately ran out and bought a potty seat and a potty chair. Now, whenever, I say the magic words “tee-tee,” my parents rush me to the bathroom and put me on the throne. I usually like to flip through a few magazines while I’m sitting. My favorite part is throwing TP in the toilet and flushing. Other than that, I’m not really sure what I’m supposed to do on the toilet.
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I was bitten today. I was at school, minding my own business when J____* came up behind me, opened wide and munched my back. Luckily, his teeth didn’t break the skin, but they did leave quite a mark by which to remember the unpleasant event. Of course, upon feeling J___’s little chompers cinch down on my skin, I let out a scream. The teachers came running to comfort me and the director called my mom (a couple hours later!) to tell her about the incident and my mom immediately emailed my dad. My parents were upset but were told by other parents not to worry, biting is a fact of life amongst the toddler set. J____ was transferred to a new classroom, but I still see him, and it makes me a bit upset each time. My mom chalks it up to PTSD. I’m working through my issues, but as the saying goes: once bitten, twice shy. *The biter’s name is kept from the bitee’s parents--to head off any retaliation--so, to maintain the bitee’s anonymity (and since my dad threatened to beat up the biter), I have referred to him here as J___.
I just don’t like baby food. Maybe it’s the consistency, maybe it’s the color, or maybe it’s that my parents spent a lot of money on a baby food maker. Yup, that’s probably it. But, I like my food to have some shape to it: chunks of salmon, rice, cheerios; I’m learning to pick it up with my hands. Sometimes it makes it to my mouth and sometimes not. But, one thing I’ll tell ya: when I start eating too fast, I grab a glass of water and I need a drink! Spotted in my middle lower gum by my mother: one tooth, making its way to the surface! Months after my parents thought I’d started teething and just a few days after my maternal great grandmother joked that I might need baby dentures--my first tooth is on its way out. This may explain why I was feeling a little fussy this past weekend. |
AUTHORWhen I first started posting, I was a highly intelligent and exceptionally cute infant and the milestones were coming fast and furious.. These days, I'm a precocious nearly 5-year-old and my babybook blog has been retired to serve as a window to my early years.. Archives
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