Dax's Journal

Small Wonder

I went to Ulta today (or, as Cat calls it, the "Hot Girl" store). Dax attracted quite a crowd of sweet young things. At one point there were six "hot girls" gathered around him cooing at his long lashes and adorable smile. He absolutely loves this attention. Obviously he has not inherited his father's shyness gene.

He is getting pretty good at sitting up. I was going to say that he had it "mastered". But one does not earn the title of "Master" when one still randomly topples over as if a strong wind had suddenly come upon him.

I love this picture of him. It makes me giggle. Probably because it looks like his head is as just as big as the rest of his body. Which it isn't. I don't think. Although that might account for the sudden toppling over.

In non-Dax related news (yes, very rarely it isn't all about Dax), Cat has been painting. I almost said that "we" had been painting but I haven't done a thing since we picked the paint out. My excuse is that I have to hang out with Dax in the back of the house so that he isn't exposed to the paint fumes. Shut up. That's legit.

So, anyway. Cat has been painting and it looks fantastic. Here is a picture of the entryway. The color is called "Summer Pudding". I don't even want to know what you would put in pudding to make it this color. You can't really tell but the lighter colored wall is no longer white. It has been painted "Softer Tan". We also will be adding some "Macadamia" to the mix. I can't wait to see it all finished.

There are a few more pictures of Dax in his Snapfish album. If you no longer have the link and you want it just let me know.

Germapalooza

We've spent the past 25 weeks keeping track of all of Dax's firsts. His first bath, first smile, first time to roll over, first foods, first cold.

Yep. First cold.

Can someone tell me how someone so very small can produce so much snot? Seriously. I think we should weigh him because I think he has at least five pounds of boogies stowed away in his sinuses.

So far he hasn't had a fever and he isn't coughing. He's just sneezing and dripping. The poor little dude. He has developed a serious hatred for the booger sucker (AKA: nasal aspirator). As soon as he sees it he starts shaking his head from side to side and making distressed noises. But it must be done.

I noticed that it has been awhile since I posted any pictures. I'll try to do that soon. I think I'll wait until Dax's face isn't coated in goo, though.

Cereal

Dax has happily eaten every new food that we have introduced to him with the exception of rice cereal.

The first time I gave it to him I mixed it with breast milk according to the package instructions. He let the first spoonful drip down his chin while looking at me as if I had just tried to enter him in Baby Fear Factor. The second spoonful went down but it was followed by a gag and then crying. Dax does not often cry so this was some serious dislike.

The next time I mixed it with breast milk again but did not follow the package instructions. Instead, I made it a bit thicker thinking it was a consistency problem. The first spoonful went down. The second never had a chance as Dax had sealed his mouth tighter than Fort Knox and was shaking his head back and forth. Noooo, mommy! Nooooooo!

Third time is the charm, right? I thought I would try mixing the cereal with warm water. I followed the instructions on the box. As soon as Dax saw it he closed his mouth tight and eyed me like I was some sort of criminally insane person who just could not be trusted.

Fourth time. Water again. Did not follow instructions on box. Mixed to a thicker consistency. Dax eats one spoonful, shudders, and sighs pathetically.

Fifth time. Breast milk. Thicker consistency. Added applesauce. Dax eats two spoonfuls before grabbing the spoon and throwing it. I warm green beans while picking rice cereal out of my hair.

Which brings me to today. This time I went with the warm water, thicker consistency, applesauce added approach. I did not have high hopes. For a moment I imagined myself climbing into one of these suits to protect myself from flying debris.

Eureka! He loved it. He ate it all and then screeched at me while I scraped the sides of this bowl to get every last remnant into his belly. With ever bite he smiled and said "Mmmmmmmmmmmm" while looking at me lovingly.

Gee. I can't wait to try oatmeal.

Format change

Ok...so up until now I was going with the weekly update titled with what week we were at. And lately? Well, lately I have not been doing so well with the weekly updates. So I'm just going with the flow here and changing my approach. It's ok. Change is good.

Change has been the theme for us at Chez Madayag. There are two big changes for our littlest family member.

The first one? He's in his very own room now. We moved him on Saturday night and he was completely unphased by the process. In fact, he slept for 10.5 hours. I, on the other hand, woke up a bazillion times and crept down the hall to peek at him. I must be learning from him, though, because I was recovered by Sunday night. See? We just go with the flow here, people.

His second change may have been a bit premature. He had his first bath in the "big boy" tub with his new bath seat. I say it may have been premature because he looked so incredibly teensy tiny sitting in that thing.

I think we may go back to the baby tub for a bit longer. He just doesn't look comfortable in that thing.

The biggest change is zooming toward us at the speed of a cheetah on performance enhancing drugs. In just 23 days I have to go back to work. March 3rd is D-day. I advise all of you to avoid me for about a week before and probably a good two weeks after. I will not be pleasant.