- falling asleep on someone’s chest
- wrapping your arms around each other
- synching heartbeats and breathing slowly
- falling asleep in big t-shirts and underwear
- forehead kissies and murmured affections
- MONSTER TRUCKS
Ugh. Bastian had a random allergic reaction to bologna, a food I thought was safe. Guess not, because a minute later he was coughing pretty hard and his mouth started swelling and I immediately yelled for my mom and ran around screaming for his EpiPen.
Four hours and an emergency visit later, we’re home. I’m gonna have to take this kid for more testing. This not knowing thing scares me more than anything.
Like what if he’s with someone who doesn’t know and without his pen? I need to find out with an extensive test and get an allergy bracelet or necklace or something because his reactions scare the shit out of me.
This creepy older dude at the Medicentre was so fixated on Bastian. He kept staring and laughing at whatever cute baby thing Bastian did. He seemed like a normal dude until I noticed he never really took his eyes off him and when Bastian came near him, he would try and tickle or make some kind of physical contact with him.
"Oh, she’s such a nice little girl." "Boy." "Oh he’s a boy? I just assumed because his hair is longer." "Yeah, I need to get his hair cut." "It’s so much nicer when their hair is short because you can just rough them up as much as you want."
Right. That was definitely a moment where I wanted to back away slowly with my child. He just gave off those bad vibes you get from strangers who overstep normal boundaries.
Like, don’t touch my kid. Don’t try to tickle him or hit him playfully with anything. He doesn’t know you and he doesn’t know any better than to smile and act adorable and precocious with people who pay attention to him.
Maybe I’m being overcautious, but I don’t trust people I don’t fucking know near my kid unless I have a reason to.
Bastian is finally asleep. It’s 11:11 PM and I can finally go eat dinner in peace and not deal with anyone yelling at me about it.
He’s started teething again. Pretty sure it’s the pointy eyetooth ones because he’s really friggin cranky and I think they’re the last to come in. He’s got that space that needs to be filled in beside his lateral incisors.
He’s refusing to eat because it hurts him when he does, he’s got that teething cough, and is sleeping at random hours.
This is gonna be a fun few weeks, guys.