Saturday, August 9, 2008

front teeth and talking

So 2 days ago our boy got his top right front tooth. My brother in law may know what this tooth is technically called but I call it Adventures in Biting. The Miles mouth is now a place you put a finger only if you have paid up your health insurance. Unfortunately in my Mommy Duties I do have a responsibility to go in there fairly often. His gums hurt and he's fussy so I have to rub some teething gel on there. I feel like I've been drafted to go into a battle where everyone knows heavy casualties are the expectation. He seems to smile knowingly when he sees the tube, like he's rubbing the tongue on them polishing them up for the attack. He aims for the cuticle. It's the most sensitive spot on the finger I guess.
Talking is pissing me off. I am the Ma Ma. I did EVERYTHING for 9 months then mostly everything for another 9 months. Why oh why then does he call my mom "Ga! Ga!" but me, I get coughed at. Yes, I said coughed at. Miles gives me this little "cough, cough" to get my attention when I am not looking at him. I guess he doesn't want to cry but can't talk yet. But it is humbling to be called by the infant as though my name is Jeeves the Butler. This has got to be remedied. I may start playing a loop tape of "Ma Ma Ma Ma" to him in his sleep till he starts saying it.