Sunday, November 13, 2011

Sunday, November 13 (day 136/365)

Today was one of those days when Phoebe was in her fourth outfit of the day by lunch time.  The first change was my fault.  Phoebe has recently had a growth spurt, so Jeremy and I have had to recalibrate where we have to put things for them to be out of her reach.  This morning I made a slight miscalculation with my coffee.  Luckily, having spent at least an hour between brewing the coffee and getting around to retrieving the cup from the coffee maker, it was ice cold by the time the baby found it.  Sadly, it was also full.  Phoebe got one mouthful of coffee and the rest of the cup ended down her front and on the carpet.  At first I didn't think it was that bad, but Phoebe was wearing a brown sleeper.  Once I took it off, I saw the full extent of the damage.  Here is photographic proof of my awesome parenting.





The second outfit actually met its demise in a very similar fashion.  Jeremy left his diet coke unattended for a second and when he turned around, Phoebe had poured it over her head into the hood of her jacket.  Since at this point she had thwarted both of our efforts at caffination, we were not 100% prepared to deal with the cleanup.  Some how we managed to get out the door to run our errands. Of course, the first place we tried to go was closed ...

The next change was due to a baby puke.  Phoebe has had some stomach issues off and on for about a month now.  Mostly, they manifest with clusters of projectile vomits.  The doctor isn't sure what is wrong, but for now we're testing the theory that it is a flare up of the old reflux problem Phoebe used to have as a newborn.  The muffin has been on Zantac for about two weeks and we thought it was working until the last few days.  At the last appointment we had, Phoebe had actually lost a few ounces, so we're going back again soon for a weight check.  We're hoping that this is just a phase and that everything will be back to normal soon!  Of course, today's puke might be chalked up to the baby getting both coffee and diet coke, so who knows :)

In the meantime, I am realizing my calculations on how many clothes we needed in the current size were based on the erroneous assumption that we'd only be going through one or two outfits a day.  A little later on, Phoebe tried to go for a fifth outfit, but luckily a little cracker-drool is easily dealt with using a damp cloth.





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