Category Archives: Otter

Getting through…

This morning started with one of the most magical moments of my life.

We have been teaching Otter how to say “milk” in sign language, and over the past few days he has started to use the sign a little while nursing.

This morning, as I slept peacefully in bed, Otter patted me on the shoulder. When I opened my eyes to take in his smiling face, he grinned, said “Mi”, and made the sign for milk. Very slowly and deliberately.

I responded with “you want some milk?”

He clapped his hands, and once again made the sign for milk and said “Mi”. He was obviously delighted that he could communicate so clearly with me.

We celebrated his new found communication skills with a good long nurse, interrupted by many “Mi”‘s and hand signs. He has asked for milk repeatedly today, always using the hand sign and the word “Mi”. He is really excited about being able to talk to us.

I am going to move on to other hand signs as well, since he clearly enjoys using them and being so easily understood. Monkey never really took to sign language, but it’s looking like Otter is thrilled to have an additional way to communicate with us.

Mango smoothie turns Denver Baby into Bee Magnet…

Lesa and I decided to take the kids to the zoo today.

It was cloudy and relatively cool (below 100) so we decided to walk the 12 – 15 blocks to the zoo, wander around for a while, eat lunch, and then walk back. We figured the worst thing that could happen was that we could be rained on.

Turns out there were worse things than rain, waiting for us at the Denver Zoo.

I was hot a few minutes into our zoo experience, so I ordered a mango smoothie from the Zoo cafe. It was sweet and cold, and Otter really liked it. So much so that I decided to pour a little into a small cup with a lid and a straw, and let him drink it on his own.

This, as it turned out, was a mistake.

We wandered into the rain-forest habitat, and left the drinks in the stroller. Then we wandered around toward the train for a ride around the zoo. We found the hippo enclave on the way and meandered over to see these cute and fierce beasts. I pushed Otter’s strolled up to the fence and watched him lean forward and “oooh” at the hippos.

Then to my horror I saw three bees fly into the stroller and onto my baby.

I slowly lifted the sun shade and looked at Otter. A bee crawled up under his neck. I looked closer and discovered his shirt was completely covered in the mango smoothie. He had managed to dump the entire contents of his drink onto his shirt.

Apparently the bees at the Zoo LOVE mango smoothie, in fact, it appears to be bee ambrosia. It may possibly contain bee pheromones. Whatever is in this drink, it turns bees into single minded sugar hunting strike teams of baby doom. That is, if your baby happens to be wearing this smoothie.

After a few terrifying moments of indecision I managed to get the bee off of him and quickly pulled the shirt off his head. I grabbed my water bottle and dumped it onto him, then wiped down his chest and tummy with a few baby wipes. I kept having to move the stroller around while cleaning him off as bees kept showing up to investigate the mango mess. Then I went looking for somewhere to wash his shirt off so I could put it back on and we could continue with our zoo visit. Everywhere I stopped the stroller, we were covered in bees. Every single time I slowed down, bees started following us. Bee would be flying around in the opposite direction and then suddenly reverse and head our way as soon as we passed by. I ended up leaving his shirt at the carousel, because when I set it down several bees swarmed it and began to feed on mango smoothie residue.

Needless to say, we ended up leaving the zoo, my shirtless baby asleep in his sticky stroller, chased by bees all the way.

We call the big one bitey and other tales of woe…

Back in college my husband lived with several of our friends in a house in Ft. Collins. One of those friends had 3 ferrets, and the largest one had a penchant for nipping. The saying they came up with at the time was “We call the big one Bitey”. Therefore, Lee completely understood what I meant when I looked at him the other day while nursing Otter and said “we call the big one Bitey.”

Otter is cutting 4 molars currently, and lately he has been testing my dedication to breastfeeding.

Chomp goes the baby.

No Otter!! No biting!! says I, in a stern voice that causes Otter to pull away a little and look sadly at me, lips a-tremble. A delicate sigh will escape his down turned mouth and then he will snuggle back down to nursing.

CHOMP!!! goes the baby.

Fuck!! Get OFF me! I’m Done!! I scream through gritted teeth.

Lee!! Take him before I do something I regret!! I implore as I clutch my wounded nipple in a vain attempt to stop the throbbing pain.

Wah!! says the baby, as he is carried away from milk and Mama, confused and uncertain as to why he has been bereft of his favorite snack/snuggle time.

Ow…ow…OW…OW….OW!! The kid is biting hard enough that it takes days for the pain to fully recede. I don’t want to stop nursing right now, but I am starting to get nipple shy. I swear, my nipples attempt to retreat back into my body whenever Otter comes near me.

Ideas? Suggestions? Sources for nipple armor?

To add insult to injury, or actually injury to injury, I managed to put my left hand into a fully operational ceiling fan yesterday while attempting to organize my very tall space-saving bookshelf. (It turns out that fan related injuries are an inherent downside of space saving.) I am currently debating a visit to the doctor to see if it is supposed to hurt this much and stay this swollen. I am having a hard time typing, lifting, driving, diapering, coffee making, fork holding, etc.

Of course, I am a stay at home mom, so clearly all I need it for is retrieving bon-bons from the coffee table right?

Right?