Like Father Like Son

 

Frederick has a new trick that I haven't shared on the blog yet.  

He started doing this two weeks ago, at 2 AM.  He was pretty darn proud of himself.

Yup, you guessed it, at just over 6 months old, Frederick started pulling up to a stand.

And at six-and-a-half months old he's now mastering the piano.  Genius.

When "Water" Isn't

My mom has been out of town this week and I found out that my Dad was going to be home on his own last night, so I invited him over for dinner.  Charlotte was thrilled to to have Granddaddy over, and we let her stay up past her bedtime while we visited.  Dad asked Fred a question about his business, and Fred jumped into all of the technical details that they both seemed to understand but which were over my head.  Charlotte climbed up into her chair on the other side of the table and asked for some water. 

And then she reached for her Daddy's water.

Except it wasn't water.

"Charlotte, that is not water.  Charlotte, I'll get you some water.  Charotte, don't drink that.  Fred! Don't let her drink that.  Charlotte, that is not water.  Charlotte that is not..."

With my arms full of Frederick, I couldn't stop her from taking a big mouthful of vodka tonic.  Fred and my dad were BOTH oblivious.  Neither even noticed when Charlotte spewed her mouthful of alcohol and bits of bread back into Fred's glass. 

"That's not water!" she proclaimed with a look of disgust on her face.  I laughed as I reminded her that she should have listened to me.    Since I had visions of Fred (still oblivious) picking up his glass and swallowing a mouthful of backwash, I finally interrupted his conversation to  tell him Charlotte backwashed into his drink. I'm not even sure my Dad actually ever noticed what happened. 

I'm pretty sure Charlotte won't ignore me the next time I ask her not to drink something, though. 

Okay, so she probably will.  But at least I know she'll most likely spit it out.

To the Dentist...

...we should go.

So despite instructions from MC's pediatrician at her 2 year-year-old well visit, I have yet to make an appointment for or take her to the dentist.  We brush teeth and everything, but just haven't done the dentist thing.

Anyway, fast forward to this morning when Charlotte had something in her mouth that she shouldn't have and hurt herself.  I asked her to open wide and peered in, looking for blood.  No blood, but I did see this big dark spot behind and in-between her front and eye teeth.  I noticed that he spot covered a substantial section of both teeth and looked fairly nasty. My heart sank with that "I am SUCH a bad Mommy feeling." 

I broke the news, "Oh, no, Charlotte, I think you have a cavity." 

Ensue more crying and pleading, "I want my Daddy.  I want my Daddy!"

I convinced her to come with me to the bathroom so we could brush her teeth and get another look.  While brushing her teeth, something gray-blue barely caught my eye before swishing down the drain.  Hopeful, I peeked inside her mouth one more time.

The verdict?  The cavity that never was was, in fact, part of a blueberry from breakfast.

Whew.   Now maybe I should get around to making her a dentist appointment sometime before her 3rd birthday.

On the Move

He still plops down on his belly now and then, pushes forward a little more, and then up on all fours again, but not as much as he once did. 

I see a lot more childproofing in my future.