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We're pretty attuned to Boog's cries by now. There's I'm cranky 'cause I'm hungry, cranky 'cause I'm sleepy, cranky 'cause I'm sleepy and hungry, this frustrates me, and this is pissing me off.
There's also get me out of this crib/walker/playpen/bathtub 'cause I am so done.
But lately, he's been adding this new cry. Whenever we put him down to go to sleep and walk out of the room, he has this I'm lonelly, don't leave me alone cry. You'd have to hear it. It makes your heart physically ache in your chest.
I'm not sure if this is some new 'dumb' mechanism he's evolved to help better train his parental units, or if he really doesn't want to be alone. Either way, I never realized that loneliness is something you learn. How bizarre.
We finally found a place in Philadelphia, and we signed the lease Tuesday evening. We have an apartment on the second and third floor of a Victorian twin in Roxborough (just past Manayunk) in Philadelphia. The area's nice. Very suburban. It feels like Houston.
We're excited about having space for a kitchen table. I think that's the first piece of furniture we'll buy.
Down the street there are video stores (Blockbuster and Hollywood), a grocer store, a Bank of America (where both of us bank), an LA Fitness, and Applebees (for when Deb's parents visit), a post office, an office supply store, and lots of little shops, cafes, a 24 hour diner, some BBQ, plenty of pizza and Chinese. And we're right next door to a 7-11. Slushies for everyone!
We're supposed to be moving sometime next week. If that seems a little soon to not know for sure, then you'd be right. This weekend we're packing.
The house has been totally revamped. Here's pics (check out the floors!):
Today, we bought Aiden a Munchkin fresh food feeder (picture). It's essentially a tiny mesh bag you put food inside, and then your baby gums the hell out of it, mushes the food inside the bag, that then oozes through the mesh. The mushed up food is then safe to slide down the baby's throat. Or onto their hands. Their face. Their shirt. You know: wherever it goes, you know it's safe.
So, anyway. We get home and stick a banana in the feeder. He loves it. There's this strange animal fire in his eyes while he gums on the mesh. He tries to cram the entire thing in his mouth. His mouth has to stretch to get it all in. And when he sucks on it, he growls. When the banana runs out, he flails and whines. When we give him more, he shoves it back in his mouth and growls again.
Debbi says it's like baby crack.
