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November 27, 2004
More tooth
To say more teeth would be an exaggeration. Gus has a new tooth popping up, this time on the bottom. You would think it would be the mirror of one of the top middle ones (I am not familiar with the proper names of teeth, I hope you can follow). No, it's the one to the right of the one that would be in the middle right (I'm laughing now, I have no idea what I'm talking about). Long story short: New tooth, bottom, poking out. Ouch. It was just more insult to the vomiting injury poor Gustav had to suffer through yesterday. I won't take it personally that he vomited only after nursing. After some pedialyte and rice cereal later in the day, Gus was pretty much back to normal today, thankfully, as was John. We're all still tired, but getting there.
In the spirit of showing off Gustav's established top two teeth, I am willing to sacrifice my pride and publish a picture that not only includes Gustav's double-whammy of a toothy grin, but also exposes my deepening double "I'm-taking-the-picture-so-I-must-push-my-head-as-far-away-as-possible" chin. I say deepening because I swear those chins are coming easier and easier with each self-portrait. Me no like. At least Gus is showing his off, too, but his is considered cute because he's a baby. :)
This was our turkey, sitting in brine for a couple of days. Relax, it was in the fridge the whole time. I only show this to illustrate how useful old magazines can be.
We had big plans for this turkey. It was fresh, we brined it for the first time (maple, water, salt, soy, garlic, bay leaves, a little happiness sprinkled in), and the goal was to grill. Heck, John even called Weber's hotline on Thanksgiving morning (way before sickness ensued), asking, "How cold is too cold?" Boy, were they encouraging, telling us to go for it in the 30-degree weather. Here's John fanning the fire with Zeppo's frisbee (to Zeppo's ire... throw the frickin' frisbee already!).
This was before we found out John's mom was sick and we would have to go pick up John's Grammy. This was before we realized that the fire was not really taking very well and that at the rate we were going the turkey would be done at 7 pm rather than our noon-time schedule. So, delicious turkey, into the oven you go.
Not bad for our first turkey!
Gus loves being with Grandma Shirley. Everytime we ask Gus where Grandma Shirley is, he looks right at her. He also loves trying to get her attention by climbing to stand up on everything (particularly things that move and have wheels) and scaring the be-jesus out of all of us.
Gustav's new thing is clapping. He had clapped a bit before, but never on command. He woke up the other morning clapping, we called it clapping, and now when we say clap, he claps. The joy of learning! It has taken off, too. He sees people clapping on tv, so he claps. We say 'yea!' when something good and positive happens, and now he claps for that. The best clapping comes when there's music.
Posted by janna at November 27, 2004 11:22 PM
Comments
Gustav, You are the cutest darned boy I have seen in at least 15 years! You already look like you are 3! You know, now that I think of it, everybody loves spending time with your Grandma Shirley. We certainly do. Your cousins (Alex and Kersten) really loved spending time with her even if they did give her "fits" a couple of times. tee hee. She was always bringing something new and exciting to do when she came to our house. Some of our favorite memories of your Grandma's visits to our house include: New books to read (I believe she brought our first Eric Carle books), journals to write in, new recipes to try, new red aprons for Uncle Ken and your Grandma to wear while preparing Christmas dinner, family history to learn, and so much more. Those are the "instant" memories that I wanted to share with you about your Grandma Shirley. I know your Grandma J is just as cool, I just haven't had the pleasure of spending time with her. I know you will. Take care, Love, Aunt Deb
Posted by: Aunt Deb at November 29, 2004 11:08 AM