A Busy Week, A Busy Baby

I love going to the dentist. No, really. I procrastinate about it forever and then when I go I feel so responsible and proud of myself for taking care of my teeth! Having said that, I now need a small fortune worth of dental work before the year is out - a root canal, 3 cavities, 2 crowns, and 3 wisdom teeth removed. And before you ask, yes, I brush and floss regularly. I just lost the genetic lottery and got horribly crappy teeth. That was my medical adventure. But Elliot felt like he was missing out so I took him for an H1N1 shot (and have had no luck finding a place to get him his second shot next month). Then, he really missed Dr. Sender's fantastic treehouse in his waiting room so he came down with a cold that led to an ear infection. So now we shoot hot pink goo into his mouth twice a day, which, incidentally, stains everything it touches instantly (why hot pink, anyway?). Ahh, I can tell you that it looks and smells exactly like it did when I knew it as "bubblegum medicine" back in the day.

In other news, it seems Elliot is extremely impatient about this whole crawling thing, and just won't listen when I tell him he can't stand or walk on his own yet. He's already been slithering on his belly for about a month, and started to pull up on my legs when sit on the floor with him a few weeks ago. But now, he has learned that he can pull up using lots of stuff, like his box of diapers, the dog, table legs, my shirt collars, you name it. And he loves to stand more than anything, and often forgets that he has to hold on and can't let go yet to go over to something that looks interesting. He was a wiggle-worm in utero, and I never sat still as a child so I am not totally surprised, but I am also not totally prepared for him to start moving so much yet. The past few days he even started to stand on his own for 1-2 seconds if you let him, and has tried cruising using the edge of the bathtub. I am proud of his independant spirit, but exhausted thinking about his non-stop activity once he really figures out how to move about. Maybe I'll just bubble wrap him . . . .