I've been working on an entry on and off today, and it's now becoming clear that I am just not going to finish it. (Deep existential questions have been distracting me, like, which do I tackle first? soiled diaper or soiled bedclothes? kiss that bonked noggin or clean the spit-up out of my bra?) However, I'd like to move on from all the screechy rage, so here, please enjoy some goofy pictures of the mighty Ez and his chins.
Okay, and one quick anecdote: I forgot I had a dentist appointment this morning, and since it was too late to reschedule, I had no choice but to take Ezra with me. (Honestly, I cannot be expected to remember an appointment I arranged six months ago. I mean, I bought a couple of new nursing bras this weekend but I have already forgotten where I put them.) (If you see them lying around, please let me know.)
I was bracing myself for a disaster -- especially since he quietly slept in his carseat in the waiting room for 20 terribly wasted minutes -- because OH YEAH. If there's anything better than the cacophony of hideous drills and electric plaque removers and Lite Jazz radio that is the dentist's office, it's all that PLUS a screaming infant.
And instead, he slept the entire time. Completely ruined my hope for an easy blog post, too. Other than the dentist scolding me about not flossing enough and then bizarrely trying over and over to diagnose my peacefully sleeping baby with reflux (DUDE, SERIOUSLY. HE DOESN'T HAVE REFLUX. NOT EVEN A LITTLE BIT. YOU NEED TO LET THIS GO.), the appointment was completely unremarkable and boring and...wait. I've completely forgotten why I brought it up in the first place.
Huh. Okay, let's try this again: This morning Ezra smiled at Noah -- an actual, purposeful hey-I-like-you smile -- for the first time, while they cuddled together on the couch. I sometimes suspect Noah likes holding Ezra more for the attention it brings HIM, rather than actually liking him, or understanding him, and I also suspect he is really, REALLY dying to know what Ezra's eyeballs feel like, snd whether they smush like Play-Doh.
But this morning, when Ez cracked that crooked, gummy smile, Noah was thrilled. He laughed and shrieked, which made Ezra smile even more, and...wait. Jesus. Why can't I seem to tell an anecdote with a point today? Well. You weren't there to see it and I didn't get any pictures and minutes later Noah decided his train set was way more interesting, but right when it happened? It was real cute.
So I guess I'm writing it down so I don't forget. Dear Self: December 3rd. Ezra smiled at his big brother, and it was real cute.
(P.S. Seriously, Self, where the hell did you put those bras?)