Dax's Journal

Further evidence

Dax is most certainly his father's son. Take this most recent evidence.

Here is a picture of Cat holding his son. Please take note of the ridiculous face my husband is making. It is silly and unbecoming. It is also only one of many ridiculous faces in my husband's arsenal of "looks to ruin photographs".

Now, please witness Exhibit's A, B, and C. My one-year-old son has already mastered the method of making a ridiculous face when someone is trying to take a picture of him.

Exhibit A

Exhibit B

Exhibit C

I'm so proud.

My son, the germ

I guess the Roseola was just the prequel of the Horrible Ailments that would soon be visited upon our home.

Immediately after the Roseola, Dax caught a cold. Then he got an eye infection. Then I caught his cold. And can I just say that there is NOTHING worse than a cold caught from a very small child. For some reason, germs caught from a very small child are particularly potent. Surprising, isn't it?

So on Thursday night I was laying in bed, hacking and wheezing and semi-sleeping when I heard Cat shouting for me from Dax's room. The shouting was due to the puking.

That's right. Puking.

Do you know what is even more surprising than the strength of germs caught from a very small child? The amount of vomit that a very small child can produce.

The cherry on this delightful sundae is that I now have the eye infection as well. Please everyone cross your fingers and say a little prayer that neither Cat nor I come down with that stomach virus.

There is good news to report. We found a new daycare for Dax. He will be starting there on October 3rd (baring any additional illnesses). His new teacher is this adorable little bundle of energy who so clearly loves children. Her husband is a teacher, too.

Dax is quite fond of both of them and Cat was immediately comfortable with them as well. I'd say that's a pretty good indicator as both of them are fairly finicky about the people they want to spend time with.

Baby's First Haircut

According to tradition in Cat's family, children do not get a haircut until they are at least one year old. Then their very first haircut is given by a friend of the family, ensuring them good luck.

Tonight our friends, the Thompsons, came over to celebrate Dax's first haircut with us. Becky did the honors.

She did a fantastic job. I can't believe what a difference just a little trim made. He looks like such a big boy now. As you can see, he is very pleased with his new look.

And I know that some of you are wondering if I cried. Surprisingly, I did not. I know. I can't believe it either.

Ring Around the Roseola

Dax had a fever last week that culminated in a Mysterious Rash and a call to the pediatrician this morning. After asking me a few questions about how high his fever had been, how had he been behaving, what the rash looked like...the pediatrician on-call declared that Dax has Roseola.

Roseaola, at least to me, sounds like something awful. But if you Google "horrible childhood ailments"? You won't find it. Apparently it is harmless and quite common.

Phew!

Dax is still very much enjoying the aftermath of his birthday, playing with all his new toys, listening to fabulous music, and having us read books to him over and over again.

He does the cutest thing when he wants you to read to him. He brings the book over to you and spins around in front of you until you grab him and guide him into your lap.

Sometimes he enjoys looking at books alone. Here he is enjoying a book his Gigi gave him awhile back.

Another one of his favorite new pastimes is dragging things. He'll drag anything. Empty water bottles, video game controllers, his pajama bottoms. Fortunately, he got some pull toys for his birthday. He pulls them around and around and around the great room. Here's a shot of him that I caught the other day.

In other news....Cat has been measuring his son frequently, counting the centimeters until he can turn him around to face forward in the car. He's this close.