Our poor little Tyke is one miserable guy. He has FOUR teeth coming in at the same time! His bottom teeth (central incisors) are so close to breaking through, it should be any day now. His top teeth (central incisors again) are getting really close to the surface too. For the most part Tyke has been a trooper! He doesn't care much for the teething toys but he chomps down on our fingers no problem. He's been chewing on his thumb a lot lately too. And even his tongue, which is usually white or bloody looking from being gnawed on. I'm not sure if it's a teething symptom or not but his nose and cheeks get red and itchy and he rubs his face back and forth on our shoulders to scratch it. When he starts doing that I give him a dose of Tylenol and almost immediately he stops. Speaking of Tylenol, I'm not sure if this is bad or not, but our little guy gets happy/excited when he sees us getting his dose ready. He takes it so good and sucks up every last little drop. I know that he knows it will make him feel better. For the record we are currently giving him less than half of what the pediatrician says he can have now, so 1.25mL (he's allowed around 3 mL, I can't remember the exact dosage) . He does really well on it so we figure there's no need for more at this time.
Over the weekend Tyke started coughing and sneezing and having yucky goopy eyes. Another little cold is hitting our place, boo! Time to get the humidifier back out!
To top things off (or so I thought) today we had to take Tyke back to the pediatricians office for his flu booster shot. It's been a month since his first round, already! While we were waiting for the nurse to gather the shot needle and band aid up we weighed our little guy and guesstimated that he now weighs 20.855 pounds! He's growing so big too fast for my liking! Our little guy was happy as can be until he saw the nurse come back in, she's the same one that always gives him his shots. We took off his pants and Chad held him in sitting position on the table, tying back his busy little hands. He looked at the nurse very concerned, sighed a deep breath, puckered his bottom lip and busted out crying his sad little heartbreak cry. He remembered her! He knows that she equals pain! It was so sad, and she felt really bad (she is one of the sweetest nurses we've ever dealt with! Tyke doesn't think so though) but on the bright side he was pretty much done crying by the time he got poked. He cried more at the sight of her than he did of the actual shot. It was a super quick visit, in and out, and we won't be visiting again until Tyke is a year old! (Unless, of course, something else comes up, like if this dang new cold gets out of control).
After dropping Chad off back at work we decided that Tyke and I should take the car to get it super duper cleaned and detailed. It was looking pretty rough! The headlights needed to be restored because they were so cloudy and the car itself needed a good wash, clay bar, and wax thanks to me not thinking and accidentally getting a fine mist of cream colored spray paint all over the outside, oops! We went to the Wiggy Wash in Spanish Fork. It took way longer to get done than any of us anticipated. The headlights were worse than we thought and the clay bar deal took a while too (we can still feel the roughness of the spray paint in spots but we can no longer see it so I guess that works??). Tyke and I sat in the waiting room for nearly 4 hours! We entertained ourselves with books, games, Disney Jr shows on the iPhone, playing on the slides in the kiddie corner, and eating treats. Tyke did great and was good entertainment to everyone as they came and went and we waited. Towards the end he was super restless and so was I. I finally put him on the ground and let him move around a little bit because he was getting restless with being stuck on a chair or in my arms. Of course he tried to pull himself up to one of the chairs first thing, on slick floor, and fell before I could stop him. He smacked his right eyebrow on the chair so hard that it immediately turned white and swelled up. He cried/scrame for a good five minutes and then was back to his giggly self. His eyebrow bruised a little but not near as bad as I feared it would. We finally got to leave that joint around seven pm!
It was a long day, and our poor little guy sure did good with all that he had to deal with! He's such a good baby and makes us so happy!!
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