"Try to arrange things so that you can have a reasonable bit of quiet every day" .
Evelyn Underhill
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We're back! We've had many happy surprises since our last posting, starting with Evie's Papa arriving unexpectedly at our doorstep on Friday night - all the way from New York! This surprise was both weird and wonderful. Because Boris has always felt ripped off by his many trips to California without seeing one Redwood tree, we took our little bean on the road to Northern California to see the Sequoias in Grandpa Dick's neck of the woods. As all of you know, Evie has been born into a family of Redwood lovers and it was just pure joy to see her big eyes grow even wider as she took in these quiet giants. Her little body relaxed into mine as I carried her for the first time in the 'big girl' Baby Bjorn on the many trails throughout Pt. Reyes. She insisted on being carried face forward (usually babies under six months face the parent). She giggled and kicked her legs as we walked. It was supremely delightful.
So, because I know you've all been in suspense from our last posting, let me report the results from the Flax Oil trials without further delay: After a very nonrandom, uncontrolled two week study, we have concluded that Flax Oil has cured Evie of her intestinal distress. Yes, you heard that right. Evie is no longer pushing obsessively for several hours each day. Her poops are slip, sliding away! With that said, we are on to the next challenge: Teething.
With her pooping problems behind her, so to speak, Evie is now focusing on her gums. She is stuffing both hands into her mouth and staring at me in bewilderment. Then her eyes narrow and she starts grunting and drooling. Eventually her eyes well up and her tears mix with her saliva as her look turns to...what I can only call... betrayal. Her little mouth, once the center of comfort and pleasure, has become a throbbing, bubbling cauldron of unexpected torment. Poor sweet noodle! If anyone has any home remedies for teething, feel free to share. I don't want to give her any of the numbing ointments because I've heard they contain yucky chemicals and don't work very well anyway.
Now that we're home and back into our routine, the posts will return to their daily schedule. Your comments are very fun and much appreciated. Stay tuned for the next installment in the adventures of little Evie.