The bubblegum flavored Amoxicillin left pink stains on his bib and one giant smile on his face. As it turns out, Micah was diagnosed with an ear infection in his right ear, as well as a cold. The cold was making him wheeze quite a bit, so he’s also on the syrup form of Albuterol. Ten days of squirting sticky pink stuff into the inside of his cheeks and he’ll be good as new.
The double tooth is growing, and this is the first time I’ve been able to catch all six teeth in one shot. He’s been giving me big sloppy kisses on the cheeks and mouth this past week (a new skill), except for some reason he thinks all of those lovely white teeth need to be in on the kiss, too. He never bites down hard, but I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t nervous every time he pulls me in for a smooch. After all, how would I explain the teeth marks on my face if for some reason he decided to apply a little force?
Yesterday he stood unassisted for about four seconds before plopping his butt down on the floor. He did it twice actually. I haven’t been able to get him to do it again, though, and so I suppose he feels that he is not quite ready to add standing to his repertoire just yet. If he follows his typical pattern, he’ll be standing like a pro within a month. He’s always apprehensive and cautious to begin with, but then he’ll wake up one morning and decide he has mastered the new skill and nothing can stop him.