Baby M turned eight months a few days ago. He's been busy crawling all over the place and is building up his leg muscles by standing now. He can pull himself up while holding on to something and there's been a few occasions where he's taken a step or two, so I'm sure he will be cruising (and maybe even walking) in no time.
Earlier this week, baby M came down with a fever while at daycare. I had to leave work early to pick him up. He was in the nurse's office when I got there, and the second he saw me walk through the door, his face lit up, he grinned from cheek to cheek, and he instantly started crawling towards me. At that moment, my heart totally melted. No words could describe the love I felt and the emotions that ran through me.
Baby M's fever lingered into the evening; we eventually gave him ibuprofen to ease his discomfort and help him sleep better. He couldn't go back to daycare the next day even though his fever went away (since their policy is to be 24 hours fever-free before returning), so he ended up spending his 8-month birthday at home with daddy. I suspect teething is the cause of his illness. Baby M has had a terrible runny nose for a few days now, along with phlegm in his throat that he can't seem to get rid of (which caused him to throw up several times after eating). We've had to clean up more vomit these past few days than I care to remember.
Going back to two weeks ago... we made a late trip to Sesame Place on July 4th in the 90+ degree weather. We got there around 4pm and only stayed for a few hours. Big sister K and I enjoyed playing in the water while M and baby M tried to stay cool indoors where there was air conditioning. We left before the evening parade started and stopped by Olive Garden for dinner. On our way home, baby M started crying up a storm. One thing I've come to realize - my boy does not like being stuck in the car when it is dark. Every time we've had to drive home at night, he starts crying non-stop throughout the car ride, then five minutes before we get to our destination, he falls asleep. I've grown accustomed to it (though that's not necessarily a good thing) and fortunately, big sister K can sleep through the noise. Still, it's no fun hearing a baby scream for 45 minutes straight (or for an hour and a half if we're going home from my brother's place in midtown Manhattan). Someone suggested I get a night light (or something similar) for the car. Any other suggestions to spare our ears?
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