2008-10-23 - 10:37 a.m.
...stories you don't tell at faculty meetings....
Susi is getting bigger and more active everyday. Since her grandparents arrived a week and a half ago, the little one has started pulling herself up to standing position and has take a few steps. She even stands without anyone holding her for about 1-2 seconds (before she notices that she's doing it, essentially). She is a gloriously happy child who flashes an infectious smile with an ecstatic kick of both legs, the moment she sees grandma or grandpa.
This morning, however, she was NOT a happy one. A little warm, a little lethargic, a little coughing, and VERY whiny. It broke my heart to have to leave...so I stayed at home an extra hour to hold her so that she wouldn't cry.
I took her upstairs for a nap. She cried and fell asleep. And woke up. and cried. and slept. and woke and cried. I was thinking about when to take the little one to the doctor.
And then I heard some new, happy, cooing sounds from upstairs.
So...the pain comes and goes.
Teething? Something to do with the cough?
Finally the cooing and happy sounds had me so intrigued that I went upstairs.
There the little one STOOD, clutching the side of the crib, with a huge grin on her face, completely STARKERS from the waist down, standing over an open diaper that clearly indicated the - ahem - source of her discomfort. She'd stripped off her own diaper and was standing over it triumphantly.
K calls these dirty diapers "elephants." This was ONE BIG ELEPHANT.
As you might imagine, I haven't shared this story with many of my colleagues.
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