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April 26, 2005
Stazi has started reliably making the sign for "milk", which is what she uses when she wants to nurse. It was also the first sign Zeke learned, unsurprisingly enough.
Stazi just got three molars and an incisor all at the same time, so we went through a couple weeks of sheer hell. I think we used up an entire bottle of Infants' Tylenol. I put her down, she shrieked. I picked her up, she shrieked. I gave her food, she shrieked. It was a nonstop background of hysterical wailing, for days and days on end.
However, all teeth appear to have broken through at last, and she's back to her normal sunny and cheerful self. Just now I folded laundry and worked on an index for an hour and a half while she entertained herself with blocks and trains. (Zeke is napping, or she would have been bugging him instead.)
We have her assessment meeting with the preschool sometime in the next couple of weeks. After that, we sign the contract to get her started in the fall. Two children in preschool at once! Whatever shall I do with myself during the day?!
Posted by Jan at April 26, 2005 6:02 PM