A Blustery Day

It’s windy outside, howling and tearing the few remaining golden leaves off the trees in the park across the street. It’s a cold wind, bitter and chilly, a perfect Fall wind. Some people miss the summer on days like this. I like it. Today is the sort of day that makes me think of hot cinnamon-apple cider, of peppermint hot chocolate with lots of marshmallows or an extra-hot English toffee mocha, sipping while buried in a big thick blanket with a good, very long book. I’m look forward to the first snowfall of the year, which is even better than windy fall days, and I hope it won’t be too far away.

Nehemiah doesn’t seem to have an opinion one way or the other. He likes looking out the window with the blinds open, but then he likes looking at everything. He’s quite a visual boy, though of late he’s gotten a great deal of enjoyment out of learning to stick toys and other miscellaneous objects into his mouth. Last night he managed to fit the end of a remote into his mouth and turn off the audio book Jennifer and I were listening to. Then he giggled.

I’ve been told that Nehemiah’s a good natured, easy baby and I believe it. I’ve been dreading teething, after hearing horror stories of babies that cried all the night through and all the day long, and now it is upon us. Sunday he was a little bit fussier than normal and we could feel the bump of a tooth getting ready to start cutting through the gum. Since then it’s become more and more noticeable to the touch, but it doesn’t seem to bother him much. It bothered him some Monday and Tuesday, but when he got too upset he just went to sleep and awoke happy. All in all it doesn’t seem to bother him much, for which I’m very grateful. As others have said, he’s a happy boy, and that doesn’t seem to be changing, teeth or no teeth.

In other news he’s been making great strides in his sleeping habits. Sunday and Monday nights he slept the whole night through and didn’t wake up until Jennifer and I arose to start the day. It was very nice to not need to get up in the middle of the night to feed a crying little boy. He’s also become quite the adept at rolling over, with a couple of caveats. He can only roll from his back to his belly, and he can only roll over to his right. I’m sure rolling to the left and rolling from belly to back will come in time, with patience and perseverance.

In completely non-Nehemiah or weather related news I received a call today from a salesperson wanted to sell me subscriptions to the Denver Post and/or New York Times. I responded that my decision to take out a description depended on who (if anyone) they endorsed for candidate, and that seemed to completely boggle his mind. “What’s that got to do with you wantin’ the paper?” was his none-too-clever response. He didn’t seem to understand (even when I explained it slowly, and used small words so that he’d be sure to understand) that I think the purpose of a newspaper ought to be to provide the news, not politically biased editorial content on how the country should be run and on how their readers should vote on election day. He wasn’t a very good salesperson, and obviously didn’t understand the political target audience of the product he was selling. Needless to say I didn’t purchase a subscription.