The Good, The Bad and Jean Piaget's Stage Development Theory
Mid-term election are over in the States, and, sadly, Margo lost in her run as an Independent for the House of Representatives. Her platform of "Boobies 4 All" met with backlash in the Bible Belt. She should have taken a page from Kodos (or Kang) and offered Boobies for Some, Miniature American Flags for Others. She might have done wellto chose a better campaign photo, one that made her look more Elder Statesman, less Whoa, What the Hell is Going on Here.
On to better news: Margo LaDouce is now up to 12lbs, 3oz. That's 5.5 kg or, more impressively, 55 hectograms. Wow! That's a lot of hecto! If she were made of veal scallopini, she would be worth $330 (though only $50 if she were stewing beef).
Other developments: she's cocking her head up perfectly upright when she's on her belly, she's gripping our fingers, and even directing them to her mouth, and the chatter is starting, though, like Kenny Finkleman on CBC's defunct Finkleman's 45's, she rarely has anything to say. On Hallowe'en night, she rolled over from her belly to her back, shortly before I got home. Donna said that Margo seemed more surprised than anyone that she did it, or that that motion was even on the menu.
The negative developments (or negalopments in NuSpeak) is that her skin is scaling on her forehead, and we think that it's related, but her scalp actually smells quite bad. We've been told not to wash it, apply olive oil, scbrub, and a few other things, as well as a combination of several of those together. If anyone has suggestions, please let us know, because when she's in the snuggly, her hair is a couple of inches under our noses, and, yeah, it's not good. On the subject of advice, thanks to everyone who helped out with tips on calming her down. The bicycling of her legs and laying her face-down across my forearm and patting her bum really helped.
Another negative is that her sleep schedule seems to have been thrown off a bit, and she's up late now, though less cranky in the evening. Tonight was a bit of an exception, because the oven started smoking up quite badly, so we evacuated for a bit of fresh air after taking care of it, and the stroller put her to sleep as soon as we started moving. Right now, she's behind me in her swing, fighting sleep. She seems to be able to withstand the swing's powers of sleep, but the swing has beaten me into submission, implanting electronic versions of London Bridge is Falling Down, Home on the Range and Frère Jacques deep in my mind. I was humming one today at work.
I think that that's all for tonight. Margo has had it with that swing bullshit, and is letting me know. Here's hoping that she sleeps... soon, but I would settle for soon-ish.
- Michel
On to better news: Margo LaDouce is now up to 12lbs, 3oz. That's 5.5 kg or, more impressively, 55 hectograms. Wow! That's a lot of hecto! If she were made of veal scallopini, she would be worth $330 (though only $50 if she were stewing beef).
Other developments: she's cocking her head up perfectly upright when she's on her belly, she's gripping our fingers, and even directing them to her mouth, and the chatter is starting, though, like Kenny Finkleman on CBC's defunct Finkleman's 45's, she rarely has anything to say. On Hallowe'en night, she rolled over from her belly to her back, shortly before I got home. Donna said that Margo seemed more surprised than anyone that she did it, or that that motion was even on the menu.
The negative developments (or negalopments in NuSpeak) is that her skin is scaling on her forehead, and we think that it's related, but her scalp actually smells quite bad. We've been told not to wash it, apply olive oil, scbrub, and a few other things, as well as a combination of several of those together. If anyone has suggestions, please let us know, because when she's in the snuggly, her hair is a couple of inches under our noses, and, yeah, it's not good. On the subject of advice, thanks to everyone who helped out with tips on calming her down. The bicycling of her legs and laying her face-down across my forearm and patting her bum really helped.Another negative is that her sleep schedule seems to have been thrown off a bit, and she's up late now, though less cranky in the evening. Tonight was a bit of an exception, because the oven started smoking up quite badly, so we evacuated for a bit of fresh air after taking care of it, and the stroller put her to sleep as soon as we started moving. Right now, she's behind me in her swing, fighting sleep. She seems to be able to withstand the swing's powers of sleep, but the swing has beaten me into submission, implanting electronic versions of London Bridge is Falling Down, Home on the Range and Frère Jacques deep in my mind. I was humming one today at work.
I think that that's all for tonight. Margo has had it with that swing bullshit, and is letting me know. Here's hoping that she sleeps... soon, but I would settle for soon-ish.
- Michel
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12:03 a.m.Look, Margo may have lost but Rumsfeld is out. So it's not all bad. Her smelly forehead may have had something to do with it. I'm anxious to hear if there's some old wife's remedy for that. Like spin her thrice perpendicular to a wild St John's Wort shrub, planted in the month of February during a warm spell. Enquiring minds want to know.
8:17 a.m.
My remedy for cradle cap is to rub in baby oil. Same principle as olive oil, but a more suitable fragrance (hence the name: *baby* oil. Not car oil, or 'makes a nice vinaigrette' oil.) White gunk can then be removed with a fine-toothed comb.
7:32 p.m.
Umm, perhaps I'll postpone my visit a while longer.
7:53 p.m.
Ah . .it's just a case of good ol cradle cap - not contagious in the least!! Margo's lovely way of releasing my hormones . .!
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