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Thursday, December 13, 2007

Terrible, Horrible, Very Bad Week

Sweetest Baby on Earth (tm) has had a wreck of a week.

The first of the pearly whites pushed through and its companion isn't far behind. Other than one sleepless night, he's been a champ about the whole thing--you want to be the Sweetest Baby on Earth (tm)? Well, SBoE costs. And right here is where he started paying...with sweat...and tears...and snuggles (v.v. hard work.) Teeth making is hard, but he manages to make it look easy while battling the sniffles as well.

I was mouse-deep revising a functional spec for work (yes, it's as glamorous as it sounds) when I heard Proximo yelling. I went into the bathroom and found El Guille, not giving his trains a wash-down as is common place, but on the counter, with the water running, and some small containers filled with water. Proximo was standing at the tub, very unhappy since he was soaking wet from the water El Guille had poured on him (do you think he poured it on directly or do you wager that it was a toss from the sink?) I felt bad for the baby, but you can't pass up a photo-op for grandma. I rounded the corner and grabbed the camera. I turned it on as I walked the 4 steps back to the bathroom and snapped this picture:


And that was when I realized that the wet stuff on his head was not WATER...

SHAMPOO.

SHAMPOO all over his precious baby head, into his baby-blue eyes, breathing into his little baby-congested nose.

I grabbed the viscous baby, turned on the tub faucet, flushed his eyes, washed out his hair, tried to wipe his little pink nose. I then threw (not literally, but I felt like it) The Filthy Padawan into his room and shut the door. Baby got to then take a leisurely bath, with lots of pampering and extra washing followed by massage, lotion, and new outfit. Soundtrack: Feist. Extra, extra: snuggling.

After we had a restorative spa experience, El Guille was let out of his dungeon, and was forced to confront this:

Little red baby-eyes and runny nose.
El Guille apologized profusely. El Guille was placed under house arrest and limited privileges for the rest of the day.

That night, to make up for the torture he undergoes everyday, I let Proximo play with the Christmas tree.

Yes, you are allowed.

Ahh, that feels better.


I decided to take the babies to see the Candy Windows downtown. Don't you worry, El Guille had to vacuum the salt he spilled all over the kitchen before we left. Bundled up, we hit the town! Candy windows, the bookshop, the nativity scene in front of ABGs made up entirely of beer bottles--Provo is tres cosmopolitan these days. We stopped by a pizza place to share a personal pie ("Yeah, we'll have half pepperoni and half pumpkin.") I took off Proximo's knit hat and noticed that he had...mini dandruff? What?

SALT.

SALT on his HEAD.

Now it makes sense that I was trying to brush some sort of granule off the Boppy while in use, thinking in my head, "We really need to vacuum more, there's schmutz over everything."

The only comment from Other Half?

"Yeah, being a younger sibling is hard."

23 comments:

Am'n2deep said...

I say El Guille is more than lucky to be alive! And you deserve a reward for keeping him that way!

Poor baby Proximo!

Marge Bjork said...

can I just say that one time mon père poured salt on my head. So it's not limited to children. Not to scare you or anything, but El Guille might not grow out of the salt thing.

Azúcar said...

So it's genetic?

That's oddly comforting.

Mrs. Dub said...

so much to look forward to ... thanks for the preview!

Bek said...

It is hard to be a younger sib, but it makes you tough (and funny....). Those kids.

I love that you let P play w/ the tree as a reward. Good one. N hasn't even NOTICED the tree, Jacob either. It is kind of weird (and, of course, I just cursed myself to having them BOTH knock over the tree b/c of that comment...)....

April said...

Oh, poor little Proximo! Just wait until he's got some length and better mobility--he'll get back at his big bro!

Hmm, that red and blue paper looks familiar. ;)

Ryan and Susie said...

It is our siblings that help define who we are. Proximo will be a better person in the end, if he survives! Poor guy. We need to get our boys together more often, they seem to have the same mischievous personalities, especially when it comes to torturing siblings! This way they can try their devious tricks on each other and get a taste of their own medicine ;)

Fig said...

I LURVE SBoE. Also I love FP, despite his evilry. I bet SBoE will grow bigger than FP and kick his trash (in a loving-sibling way)- there has to be some balance in the universe. Shampoo in the eye HURTS, man.

Queen Scarlett said...

I'm in Proximo's camp/fan club. He is precious and those poor, beautiful blue eyes.

One day...when he makes El Guille run and scream...will be a day you might just look the other way. Pay back a B. ;-)

Suzie Petunia said...

These youngest siblings take a lot of crap from the older kids. It will only make them stronger, right? Oh, I hope so!

My Alice is teething, too. We feel your pain.

Azúcar said...

See, since the SBoE is tracking much larger than his brother, I think there's a good chance that he'll be the bigger little brother. And you know what? I might, just might, turn a little blind eye every once in a while...

sarah k. said...

Our bigger little brother cut his first tooth quite literally when his smaller big brother pushed him face first onto the door-gate, and the force of the wood on his little gums tore them wide open. But it saved us at least a couple of sleepless nights.

Maybe the FP was inventing bath salts?

i i eee said...

Poor baby eyes!!! Poor baby gums!!!

emilyanne said...

Those pictures of SBoE melt my heart. I hope he lives through the season with all of his senses in tact.

kristenlibrarian said...

Poor sweet Proximo! I'd give El Guille the stink eye if I were him.

Proximo always looks like he smells deliciously baby-ish and like he's all warm and snuggly and cuddly. I like other people's babies.

TheMoncurs said...

I'll be honest, El Guille has me pretty much terrified of the baby boy I am currently gestating. I fear for my carpets. I fear for his future siblings. I just..I fear.

Geo said...

Oh, he is delicious, even soapy and salty.

kiki said...

My eyes tear up at that picture of the pink eye! Poor baby!

Lois, Our Lady of Blogs said...

Oh my goodness. Does it never end? That poor little boy! But if he's anything like me (youngest of 9), he will still grow up adoring those older siblings, no matter how many beatings. Love the picture of him with the tree.

It was so great finally meeting you and the little one. You are like a celebrity in our household, so it was kind of surreal.

Love the blog. Thanks!

Sue said...

Oh, poor Proximo. Hope his eye is white and puss free...

Lindsey said...

Poor baby! Reminds me of the times Lilly liked to dump baby powder on Fritz's head and I had to vacuum him. Now it's shampoo or bubbles, or shaving cream during bath time. I think she does it to get back at me for washing the snot and cream cheese our of her hair each day.

Likely said...

EG can poor shampoo on my head if I get a leisurely bath, with lots of pampering and extra washing followed by massage, lotion, and new outfit.

You are a sweet mama. Poor, poor Proximo. I have a feeling I will be dealing with this sort of stuff pretty soon with Schmeese and Swabbs.

Cindy said...

Poor Proximo. I hope he has a better 2008 than his 2007.