He was sporting his cool shades from Aunt Karen when we went for a walk over the weekend, and we finally caught his bottom teeth on camera. Now, if only we could get those funny fangs on film as well!
Liam thought it was funny to "dim the lights" on the world when we put those sunglasses on, but it only lasted long enough for us to snap a picture before he tried to eat them...
He was a little bummed out when we moved them out of his mouth and out of sight.
On Monday, we went to Liam's 6-month check-up. Liam is still in the 75th-90th percentile in height and off the charts in weight (21 lbs 13 oz!). While he can still wear several of his 6- and 9-month clothes, we have brought out the 12-month stuff and it's surprisingly fitting. Sigh.
In an unfortunate turn of events, it seems as though Liam has inherited his mother's tendency to be accident-prone. While trying to grab at his medical chart just a few minutes before he got his next round of shots, he sliced his finger on the metal prong in the folder (truly like mother like son, especially after my accident at Edisto this summer!). Who knew that such a little finger could bleed SO much?!? Aren't you supposed to leave the doctor's office in better shape than when you arrived??
It proved to be an incredible challenge to 1) stop the bleeding, 2) keep a bandaid on, and 3) keep it dry so that (1) could happen! Which leads me to my next question... Why do they make those bandaids so brightly colored for babies?! The second the doctor got a bandaid on his cut, he took one look at the fun new object on his finger and it went into his mouth, where he promptly sucked the bandaid right off (which is of course now a choking hazard!). Between the surprising amout of bleeding and the constant attempts to stick his fingers in his mouth, we went through 3 bandage changes at the doctor's office alone (followed by 2 terrible needle sticks and, yes, more bandaids).
When we got to the car, I had to stick socks on his hands in an effort to keep him from getting his bandages off yet again. Sure enough, he just sucked on the socks instead! I will spare you the yucky details, but let's just say we went through several pairs of socks that day. Here's Mr. Munchy with his improvised mittens:
He's doing fine now, but it was not a fun way to spend a Monday morning!
love the sunglasses! what a little lady's man... like father, like son :)
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