Babies Should Be Born With A Mouth Full of Teeth

Seriously, this teething thing is miserable.  I feel so bad for my poor baby.  I can tell he is in pain, but there is nothing I can do for him.  He hates his pacifier now I'm sure because it hurts his gums.  In turn, he won't go to sleep because he doesn't have his pacifier to calm him down.  It just stinks.  I was at my wits end yesterday trying to get him to take a nap.  He would scream every time I held him to cuddle him to sleep.  Plus, if I even got near his mouth with the pacifier, he cried harder and tried to clamp his mouth shut--at the same time.  I finally gave up and said I needed to take a shower, so in his bouncer he went while I took a shower.  He seemed content enough and didn't make much noise while I was in the shower.  When I opened the curtain when I was done, I figured out why...the little one was all tuckered out and fast asleep.

I thought the nap would last a while, but alas, it was only 15 minutes.  He woke up smiling, so I was happy.  That was pretty much how the day went...he refused to nap, so I found ways to make him sleep (yay for car ride!) and he woke up with a smile.  We did get to play for a bit and he laughed and laughed. 

Here is a good tip...don't call Daddy to let him hear baby laugh and leave a voicemail without saying something first.  Matt thought I was crying or dying or something because I didn't say anything and just was making baby laugh.  Well, on speakerphone at a foot away, it didn't sound as much like laughing as in person.  Matt was about to hang up on the voicemail and call when I finally said something and then he focused on hearing the laugh and not trying to figure out if we were both alive.  Lesson learned.

The Red Wings were in town playing the Sharks and we, of course, had tickets.  Colin has already attended 2 games and done great, so we hoped the same would happen last night.  No such luck.  He was fine and happy until he started to get sleepy.  No pacifier, no sleep.  I finally had to go out to the concourse and walk him around.  He passed out fairly quickly, so I thought it would be safe to return to my seat.  It was fine until the dumba*& behind us decided to start taunting the Red Wings' goalie.  So, Jerkface, he can't hear you, but my baby can!  All you did was wake my baby and make him start crying again.  Thankyouverymuch.  You can suck it!  We ended up leaving after the 2nd period.  I know, I took a baby to a hockey game and should expect loud noise.  Hey, he had noise-canceling headphones that do great, but when the guy behind us keeps screaming, they don't work forever.  Headphones only block out so much noise.  Oh, well...the Red Wings lost miserably, so it was better we left early anyway.

So, Little Man is miserable.  His teeth are right under the skin, but not popping out just yet.  I am sure it is torture for him because it sure is for me.  Please, please, please, teeth, just break through the skin!

Sharks on the Power Play!

Our first regular season hockey game was on Saturday vs. the Nashville Predators.  After a long week with a sick baby, I wasn't much in the mood, but I hate to miss a good hockey game.  So, we checked baby's temperature before we got ready to leave and all seemed well.  Off we went...

Sharkie Attack!

As we walked into the Pavilion, we saw Sharkie right away.  Cool!  Time for Colin to get his first picture with a shark!  We had to chase him down a little, but we got one.  Sharkie "walked away" with Colin after the picture, which made Matt's heart stop a bit, but he was just joking around for a second.  Colin was returned to Daddy and all was well.  He survived his first shark attack. 

Hockey is Tiring

I was concerned about how he would do during the game since he hadn't been well, but he seemed to do just fine.  He hadn't eaten dinner before we left, so he munched down a few ounces and then watched a bit of the game.  Pretty soon he got sleepy and went down for a nap with Daddy.  He was snuggled up pretty well for a while.  Then Daddy needed a break, so he moved over to Mommy's lap.  I guess I am not as comfy because the napping didn't last as long.  Plus, the guy next to me is pretty loud and even with his headphones on, Colin was jolted by his yelling. 

Colin needed plenty of cuddles and rocking throughout the game to stay asleep, but he did get quite a bit of nap time in.  The loud cheering from all the goals really didn't go over well with him, though.  The Sharks had 3 goals and each one of them caused him to throw his arms out and jolt his head back.  He liked looking around at all our seat neighbors, but I have a feeling sleep would have been more satisfying.

All went well, though, except for the final score.  The Sharks lost in overtime, which was quite a disappointment.  They didn't play too well, so it wasn't a surprise, but it would have been nice to see a win.  I'm hoping our next game is also a Sharks loss--they are playing the Red Wings!  Colin and I (and maybe Matt) will be decked out in our RW jerseys, so we will be cheering for the boys in Red!