I’ve been a wreck lately, and for once it’s physical as well as emotional. In the past few weeks, in addition to the sad, sad funeral I attended, I’ve had bronchitis that wouldn’t go away, a suspicious mole removed, and last night I had a slight fever and a sore breast which better not be mastitis waiting to happen. Because the bronchitis made me cough up chunks whenever I exerted myself, I haven’t been to the gym in two weeks so I feel like a slug on top of everything else. Blah.
Speaking of blah, the Fiendling has been learning all sorts of new things these days. I don’t know if I ever mentioned that he’s been sitting unsupported for the past month and he’s starting to pull himself up a bit, though thankfully he’s only figured out one leg, not both. I’m not at all ready for full-blown mobility. He’s also added blowing raspberries and a number of new sounds to his cute baby repetoire. Now when he cries he doesn’t just make a sad baby coughing sound. He says, “Mama. Mama. Mama,” with tears running down his face which is heartbreaking. Luckily he also says “mama” when he’s happy and when he’s looking straight at his dad, so I know he’s not really calling my name. The other new sound of note is his “bwah” sound. He babbles, “bwah bwah bwah bwah bwah,” which ends up sounding like, “blah blah blah blah blah.” He’s so cute it kills me.
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