Lucidia Lohman

This Bites

It’s almost a certainty… little Lucidia is teething. Slobberingly, gruntingly, babble-ly teething. It’s as if she developed an insatiable appetite for knuckles overnight…

To tell the truth, this has been going on for a couple weeks, as Granny is my witness. We’ve been dutifully shoveling those “no drug” teething pills under her tongue (they taste like Maalox, in case anyone was wondering… and the packaging is quite deceptive, as these pills are white, chalky, pencil-point sized affairs and not the gummy, gel capsules that the front of the box would indicate… bummer), offering our own digits as she demands them, and occasionally waving a piece of gummy froggy candy that Granny and Popsi brought along with them on their last trip. Yes, short of 15 weeks post partum and my daughter is a teethingsoothiejunkie.

It’s really quite adorable. And Kelly swears up and down she can feel the little nibblers under the baby’s gums as she treats her mother’s finger like an infantile spare rib.

The best part (for us, anyway) is that Lulu seems so considerate… little to no fussing and whining, smiles a-plenty, a fairly reliable sleep schedule AND she takes her vitamins nightly, without a hint of resistance (and the tri-vi-sol tastes like crap… or nyquil, whichever is more vile). Aside from the occasional bump on the head from Dad’s carelessly tossed Wiimote or a sudden starting at her mother’s sneezing while breastfeeding, Lulu explores her expanding world with nary a peep in protest of the ebb and flow of the days, which have passed so quickly since she was born. Even bedtime–an experience through which any relatively new (or experienced) parent has trudged to the detriment of their own eight hours of “off time”–is not without its perks (watching one’s baby yawn and struggle against the onslaught of sleepies is, at least, endearing and–if I may take a leap into the utterly projective–a subtle indication that he or she wants to savor every possible second with his or her daddy [or mommy] before being whisked away to a dream land populated by all manner of lactation implements [nipples, for the uninitiated]).

Aside from the ever-emergent propensity for babbling, there’s not much new to report (is that the case, or are we just too seasoned to expect great things from her??). Granny and Popsi bore witness to the first of Lulu’s mommy’s dress-up sessions (yes, we’ve finally acknowledged that she’s a girl and have garbed her out in many of the dressy outfits that friends and family have bestowed upon her), several of which have followed in advance of Lulu’s rescheduled Easter portraits session this Thursday. Her next doctor visit is still more than a month off (following Daddy’s second trip to D.C. since Lulu was born… I don’t know how much more of these things I can take!), and there’s nothing significant planned until then (aside from a much-anticipated return of the Granny and possibly uncle Matt!), so mommy and I will just occupy our posts, enjoy our daughter, and maybe slip in a few games of “Dr. Pills” to pass the time.

Toodles!

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