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Poor little Sophie almost suffered her demise today. Thank goodness all she actually suffered was some slobber, and she’s used to slobber, just not the canine variety, per se.

I was walking through my living room when I spotted her utterly alone and all nestled in on Frasier’s humongous dog pillow, with the telltale sign of fur by her feet. I know Sophie’s popular but didn’t realize what a temptation she was for our pooch. We’ll have to be careful where we put her next time. Niko wouldn’t be happy if he lost his beloved little giraffe to the jaws of his huge poodle.


Picture it. It’s winter. There’s packing snow on the ground. You’re eight years old. You bundle up and head out into the sticky delight that awaits, but not before donning two pairs of Grandma’s homemade mitts: doubling up is a necessity for the wet snow. You make snowmen, snowballs, and snow forts to your heart’s content. And by the time you’re done your mitts are weighed down and covered in teensy tiny little snowballs, all intermingled with wool. Slowly you make your way home, trudging over the heavy, wet, white covered ground. The snow is just starting to melt through your mittens and you raise one hand to your mouth and begin to suck. And then it happens! That moment where teeth hit mitts and the ensuing scrunchy creek of enamel hitting wool. *Shiver* You know the noise. The one that is comparable in disgust to fingernails being scraped down the chalkboard. Teeth on wool: it gives me the heebie-jeebies.

Despite the obvious dislike I have for the wool-teeth combo., Niko seems to have taken a particular liking to putting a tiny little wool monkey in his mouth. We call him Diaper Monkey, because he sits in wait on Niko’s change table and is there to be played with during diaper changing time. Diaper Monkey is about the same size as Sophie the Giraffe, with the same small arms and legs that make it easy for little hands to hold, but instead of being made of teething rubber like Sophie, Diaper Monkey was handcrafted with wool and bought at some sort of craft fair by Niko’s Aunt Carolyn. Perhaps the fact that Niko doesn’t have any teeth yet, is what allows him to enjoy putting wool in his mouth, but I am sure the day will come when he too is put off by the screechy scrunchy sound of his own teeth clashing with the wool of his beloved Diaper Monkey!

Note: Here’s a pic of Aunt Carolyn, living it up in Africa. Niko says: “Thanks for the monkey!”


According to Daddy three major developments took place in the life of our child yesterday: two of which I will also vouch for. First off, on Wednesday nights I usually go to a cardio-kickboxing class, but seeing as my back is bothering me this week, I decided to take the night off from cardio class, and run a few errands – ranging from picking up poop-n-scoop bags for Frasier to indulging in a pedicure (and a few others in between!) I am still amazed, when left to my own devices, at how much I can accomplish in an hour or two these days (as opposed to the pre-Niko days).  Anyway, as I was getting ready to go Borys urgently called me back up the stairs to see this first “milestone”.  Sure enough Niko was holding Sophie the Giraffe and bringing her up to his mouth to chew.  Borys tested a few times to make sure it wasn’t a fluke and each time, Niko grabbed the giraffe and brought it back to his mouth.  Now this may sound like no big deal, but this show of hand eye coordination had yet to be seen from our little babe, so in our eyes, this was very exciting! And again, I am amazed at what now “excites” us, to when I compare what was categorized as excitement in the pre-Niko days.

Round two of the “milestones” happened when I returned home. As I gingerly walked up the snowy steps in my flip-flops (careful to take care of those pampered toes), and into the house, I immediately heard Borys calling from upstairs: “Alli, come here! Come here!”, not in a tone of panic but again one of those post-Niko birth excited type voices.  So, I made my way as quickly as I could all the way to the upstairs bathroom to find Niko on his back on the counter (post-diaper change I am assuming) and Borys excitedly saying “Daddy!” in this really over-exaggerated (and I guess funny) voice! Well, lo and behold, Niko was giggling, and it was adorable! Giggling! What a wonderful sound to hear coming from your baby – once I find my camera (it’s currently MIA – but so were my license and cell phone, and I found both of them) I have to get a video of this! Borys swears he was “really” giggling even more before I got there. However I did catch the tail end, and it was worth putting my pedicure in jeopardy to hear that lovely sound! (P.S. – My pedicure survived the rush, impeccably).

And the thrid “milestone” which I have yet to bare witness to, but will write about anyway seeing as Borys claims it’s true, is that Niko said “Dah-dee” a.k.a. “Daddy”! Hmm…I am not too sure about that one.


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