Of course I took some baby pictures, yo. Here’s a few of Cake, The Wife, and The Bean.
Evidence that I do, in fact, shoot images of things other than my baby, The Bean. Not one single baby picture in the bunch. These are from our weekend getaway to Aunt Cake’s house in Maryland (Baltimore on Saturday and DC on Sunday). Enjoy.
Its late and I’m still awake. I can’t sleep because The Bean has morphed into a baby seal. She has developed a respiratory infection and is coughing like the Marlboro Man after inhaling a pack of unfiltered smokes. It’s the most unsettling noise I’ve heard come out of my baby, and believe me, that’s saying a lot.
See, The Bean’s BFF at daycare fell ill last week and had to take a trip to the ER. Being the good little sharer that she is, she kindly shared her cough with The Bean, which turned my baby into a harp seal. We’re monitoring her closely in case it gets any worse.
Apparently, this type of thing is common in daycare. Kids catch and spread the respiratory infection, just like dogs catch and spread kennel cough. For most little tykes, it only presents like a common cold, but for some, like The Bean’s BFF, it can develop into something more serious, like pneumonia. (The BFF is home and doing better now, by the way)
Our daycare provider (we’ll call her The Oracle) assured The Wife that The Bean was kept away from her BFF, didn’t come into contact with anything that touched her, that the BFF didn’t catch the bug at daycare, and that The Bean wouldn’t get sick. The Wife was instantly relieved, because it was The Oracle of Daycare speaking after all, and The Wife says The Oracle knows things, esoteric and mysterious baby things.
I respect The Oracle and the fact that she’s been taking great care of our baby, and am forever thankful, but I’m starting to wonder about her arcane baby-knowledge. The tidbit that made a believer out of The Wife – The Oracle knew that The Bean would be cutting a tooth within a week.
What? How could she tell? After all, a baby could start to teethe anytime from birth to nine months (I just pulled those numbers outta my ass). The Oracle knew because The Bean’s pee was starting to smell like a filthy incontinent alley cat, that’s how.
Smelly piss equals new teeth? Who would’ve guessed?
Luckily, we have an appointment with our pediatrician next week. Hopefully The Bean’s cough won’t progress into anything nastier and I’ll have a chance to vet The Oracle’s gnostic wisdom.