I woke up with a migraine this morning and the sound I awakened to hear was screaming from the baby monitor. Dennis woke up an hour earlier than usual in a very bad mood. Not crying but screaming, and he continued through the diaper change and when I gave him his morning sippy cup of milk. He was gnawing on his fingers so I was pretty sure I knew what the problem was. A dose of ibuprofen later, he settled back down. We let him fall asleep to a movie since it was so early and he didn't cry for us again for an hour and a half. Since my headache had worsened, David got up with him and I heard him screaming in the kitchen until he got his breakfast. I feared for a tough day. David played with him until it was time for him to go to work and since Dennis had gotten up so early, this was also time for his morning nap. I napped, too, and by the time he woke up, my headache was all better and I fixed our lunch while he played happily in his room.
After lunch, I mopped macaroni and cheese out of his hair, put his shirt back on, and then we headed to Gran's house for more rearranging and cleaning. When we first got there, we played with Dennis for a few minutes in the playroom. Gran put down a rug on the floor, and Dennis decided that it was just perfect for dancing on. So the three of us kept pushing the button on the musical tunnel so that we'd have music to dance to, and we danced and danced. Gran spun in circles while she danced and Dennis was quick to imitate her, spinning around and around until he got dizzy. Happily enough, Dennis was very content to play with the toys in the playroom while we cleaned the den. He would come and visit us at the baby gate between the rooms every once in a while and say hello, and we would periodically look in on him, but he played sweetly and independently for a few hours. I'm so proud. He was at his sweetest this afternoon, smiling and laughing and coming over to say "hi" to us over the gate.
Tonight we had dinner at the Mexican restaurant with the Gallmans sans Chloe (and we missed her!) and Gran and Pop. Dennis insisted on dipping his chips so I put a little salsa on a plate for him. He sort of forgot himself and grabbed a big handful of salsa with the hand that did not have the chip in it, and I think it was a little spicier than he was prepared for. He made a horrible face, turned red, and coughed, and I gave him his lemonade just in time. After this he only dipped his chips in my sour cream. He nearly ate it all before our food arrived in time to distract him with his quesadilla, but he did leave me a little bit. He acted as if he hadn't eaten in 3 days when in fact he'd had a very nice snack of chicken, graham crackers, and cantaloupe at his Gran's house. Maybe he's growing again...
He was so tired after the meal that he completely conked out in the car. We went down to the lake to help Dave and Ellen move a piece of furniture from Dianne's place. I carried Dennis inside and he never woke up. I laid him down on the loveseat, and he stretched out and slept so hard his pacifier came out of his mouth and he never even knew it. Ellen, Dianne, and I were sitting right next to the sofa, carrying on a conversation and not bothering to lower our voices, and he didn't even stir. He woke up for a few seconds as we were leaving, blinking owlishly around as we walked back to the car, but soon was asleep in the carseat again. He slept through the diaper change and pajama installation (again!) and I don't even know if he's realized he's home in his crib. Maybe his teeth won't be bothering him so badly in the morning. He has 14 now and those bottom incisors are in a fierce competition with each other to see which can break through first. I hope they both win, and soon.
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