I am getting tired of washing BSM's sheet every morning. I called the health clinic today, and the woman who answered the phone said that all of the tests came back negative, but I can come in and talk to the pediatrician tomorrow. This is not quite the Chol HaMoed baby-outing I was hoping for (there's no daycare during Sukkot), but after changing not only his sheet, but four of his onesies today, I'm game. And BSM picked out his first onesie today, and had such a good time poking at the monkeys on it! Y'know, for the entire hour that he wore it before pooping through his diaper, poor kid.
Because his stomach has been bothering him for so long, we've abandoned the BRAT diet in favor of giving BSM more than just four types of foods. He ate three whole hot dogs and a small mountain range of ketchup for lunch. When Husbinator tried to teach BSM the word "hot dog," BSM responded, "hav hav," which is what Israeli dogs say. That's my boy! ...As long as he doesn't think hot dogs were ever actual dogs, that is.
I put away a bunch of toiletries, and the rest of the blankets and bathtowels, and I even unpacked and re-packed all of the Pesach stuff. We now have some under-the-bed boxes freed up for better use, but I have yet to find my kitcfhen scale, rolling pin, and shul cookbooks. This is not good, people...
You know what is good? BSM gave me a kiss on the cheek before bed! A real kissy!
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