7 months!

It's only February, and I'm officially out of the "Mom of the Year" race. I brought Cameron to the doctor for his second flu shot, and I almost left there escorted by social services. Cameron was in a playful mood, flirting with some of the girl babies, and showing off his supported standing abilities. He's also fascinated with faces, especially eyes and teeth. On several occasions I was nearly blinded by little baby fingers trying to claw out my contacts. Well we're sitting in the doctor's office, and I'm holding Cameron so he's standing up facing me. I'm just goofing off with him trying to make him giggle. I got overexcited and my gum started to fall out of my mouth. In my mind I must have convinced myself that this was the last piece Wrigley's would have ever made because I didn't even hesitate to close my mouth. I chomped down with my jaws packing alligator-like pressure only to feel four little fingers pinched between my teeth. And there went the M-O-Y award. I just stare at Cameron and the the lip slowly creeps out and the chin starts to quiver. I blurt out, "No, no, no, no. I'll buy you a toy. Shhhhh." I'm bribing a 7 month old. And there went the M-O-Y nomination. Cameron, of course, starts wailing!!! Quick check of the fingers. No blood. Whew! In walks the doctor. Oh shit. "He had his shot already?" Confession time. The doctor just laughed it off, wrote a little something in his file and I just breathed a sigh of relief with gum still intact.


I chaperoned a Sadie Hawkins dance at school so I brought these back for Cam.

Here's what happens in fifteen minutes when you forget to put your kid in a bib. Notice the dark colored patch in the front? Drool. All drool.
Here's a huge feat. He's standing! Usually his weight (just shy of 23 lbs) pulls the whole seat on top of him.