Daisy notes

Daisy has been working on a piercing scream. She still doesn't cry very much, and believe me I am grateful (though also well aware that a crying, colicky phase could still come along). But a recent development, if you want to call it that, is that if she falls off the boob while nursing, for even one eensy second, she lets out an earth-shattering scream, as though I am murdering her, before I can latch her back on there. Does she whimper quietly? Gurgle? Fuss gently? No. She screams.

She also has come down with some skin conditions that are most displeasing to her shallow mommy. Her forehead skin is peeling and reddish, and she has little whiteheads on her adorable pudgy face. The pediatrician warned us this might happened and called it "baby acne." Normal or not, it is still darned tempting to pop those little whiteheads. I told Mom I wanted to pop them, and she let out her own piercing scream and told me that if I did that, I could give her a brain infection. She said bacteria would go into the baby's brain and she would die. When cross-examined, she admitted that her source for this scientific information was her Aunt Evelyn.

Not that I am going to pop the baby's whiteheads. I am not, so don't worry. But when Mom told me I needed to learn to love her now for her inner beauty, I'm afraid I did say that I preferred her outer beauty at this moment, and Mom told me she could see I was going to be a very problematic mom.