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Baby diary: 46 weeks
Oct. 30th, 2019 08:50 am Going back to the Wednesday schedule... I forgot to complain, in the last post, that Alan's last spate of teething was particularly wicked: right before we left he bit both my breasts until they bled--I mean full on Catholic penitent gore, sorry for the TMI--so on top of it all I was sore breastfeeding him on the plane. I even tried biting him back, but although he looked at me indignantly I don't think he was old enough to put together the sequence of cause and effect.
But now his bottom four have completely sprouted so that's over, for the time being.
Happier notes: the signs of infection are mostly gone. Alan is happy to stuff his face with Shanghainese foods (as are we haha): sesame oil mung bean cake, say, or persimmon, or the flaky pastry off a meat mooncake. His favorite is the pumpkin congee from the breakfast place under our building (easily reproducible, I think, with the Instant Pot and an immersion blender). He's still jet-lagged and won't sleep the night through in his own crib, but naps in it readily. It turns out the Chinese standard-sized crib is slightly smaller, and much lower. He has the exact same IKEA model as at home, just shrunken down in a hallucinatory way. It actually fits through doorways now, so we move it around and use it as a playpen. IKEA also sells crib bumpers here. It's a pity they won't fit the one back home.
All new (portable) toys: Fisher-Price fake remote control, fake button phone that plays music. IKEA husky puppy plushie, plastic stacking cups. Alan is a bit frustrated with the cups as he's missing just enough coordination to be able to stack them. But he's learnt a few other games: when given a piece of trash and told to "throw it away," he throws it in the bin. And he will crawl away on purpose, looking back to make sure I'm chasing him, shrieking with delight when I do.
Oh, and Alan definitely has a sense of stranger danger now, which he didn't have before. His great-grandmother (my mom's mom) came over on Saturday, and scared him initially by exclaiming over him loudly. He threw away the red packet she gave him, which was quite embarrassing. XD;; But afterward they made friends. Alan kept making a sign to her, and to my dad the next day -- characteristically he made up his own -- rubbing his thumb against his fingers as if to say "show me the money." But we have no idea what he means by it!
But now his bottom four have completely sprouted so that's over, for the time being.
Happier notes: the signs of infection are mostly gone. Alan is happy to stuff his face with Shanghainese foods (as are we haha): sesame oil mung bean cake, say, or persimmon, or the flaky pastry off a meat mooncake. His favorite is the pumpkin congee from the breakfast place under our building (easily reproducible, I think, with the Instant Pot and an immersion blender). He's still jet-lagged and won't sleep the night through in his own crib, but naps in it readily. It turns out the Chinese standard-sized crib is slightly smaller, and much lower. He has the exact same IKEA model as at home, just shrunken down in a hallucinatory way. It actually fits through doorways now, so we move it around and use it as a playpen. IKEA also sells crib bumpers here. It's a pity they won't fit the one back home.
All new (portable) toys: Fisher-Price fake remote control, fake button phone that plays music. IKEA husky puppy plushie, plastic stacking cups. Alan is a bit frustrated with the cups as he's missing just enough coordination to be able to stack them. But he's learnt a few other games: when given a piece of trash and told to "throw it away," he throws it in the bin. And he will crawl away on purpose, looking back to make sure I'm chasing him, shrieking with delight when I do.
Oh, and Alan definitely has a sense of stranger danger now, which he didn't have before. His great-grandmother (my mom's mom) came over on Saturday, and scared him initially by exclaiming over him loudly. He threw away the red packet she gave him, which was quite embarrassing. XD;; But afterward they made friends. Alan kept making a sign to her, and to my dad the next day -- characteristically he made up his own -- rubbing his thumb against his fingers as if to say "show me the money." But we have no idea what he means by it!
