the way my nights are going right now disproves his theory of survival of the fittest.

Let’s go back millions of years.  There is a little cave family, Urg, the male, Arg, the female and Blargh, their baby.  Blargh is about 9 months old and had been sleeping great.  Then one night he wakes with a resounding wail!!  Urg and Arg jump up to see what’s wrong and discover, Oh Joy! Oh Rapture! A tooth!!

But wait, there, in their cave, there is no Calpol.  Or Nurophen. Or Children’s Tylenol.  Not even Nelson’s Teetha powder.  Or a ‘fridge to stick a wet cloth into to make it cold.  Poor little Blargh just has to suffer through.

And suffer he does.  And so do his parents as every night’s sleep is broken by poor wee Blargh crying his eyes out with the pain of the teeth coming in.  And then it stops. Oh Joy! Oh Rapture…dammit here comes another one and it starts over.

And then one morning, after being up half the night with Blargh and Arg, Urg realizes there is no meat in the house. He grabs his spear and heads out.  Arg realizes she must gather while he hunts.

During the hunt, Urg eyes can barely stay open and therefore he does not notice the sabertooth tiger sneaking up behind him.  Poor Urg, eaten by a tiger.

During her gathering, Arg can barely keep her eyes open.  She falls asleep by the river.  Blargh falls out of her arms and drowns (I never said this was a happy story).  When she awakens and finds him dead she goes to find Urg.  She finds him dead as well.  She goes off and finds a new mate.  One whose previous children had no teething issues.  Oh wait, there is no such thing.

My point, and I do have one, is if survival of the fittest was true, babies today would not suffer so much with teething.

Because their ancestors who have teething problem babies would have died from exhaustion.

So Adam is thisclose to being to big for his Stage 0 car seat.

We don’t, of course, have a car.  Part of the reason we have the car seat we do is because it can fit into any car using the 3 point regular seat belt.  This was proven very successfully while we were in the US.

But what the hell were we going to do now? Granted, the law states that car seats don’t have to be used in taxis, but that’s because the taxi lobby (or whatever they call it in the UK) is so powerful.  A taxi is no safer than a regular car.

So we were in our local pram shop today, getting the ripped cover replaced on Adam’s pram, and I mentioned my concern to the lady.  She said, no worries, Maxi Cosi makes a Stage 1 that’s almost as easy to move from car to car as the Stage 0 you’re using now.  And she’s right.  And it isn’t even all that heavy.  Its not light, but it would be possible for me to hold Adam in one arm and carry the seat in the other, for short distances.  Such as to the Children’s Hospital for his surgery.

And the best part? Their price is the same as online.  So I can continue to give this shop with the great service my business.

So Adam’s next car seat, which I think we will order this week, will be the Maxi Cosi Pirori XP.  In grey.

When Adam was born and my step dad and mom were here he remarked how interesting he found it that all the old songs come back up as soon as there is a baby in the house.  Twinkle Twinkle.  This Old Man. And so on.

I was thinking about that again the other day.  How I do things with Adam that I have done with other babies in the past.

Some of them must be unique to my family, like showing Adam which Sesame Street character is on his nappy.  We used to do that with my niece.  And now I show him and sing him the song of that character.  So C is for Cookie or Rubber Ducky.  Or I just tell him how Elmo is my favourite!

Others I know are universal.  For instance, when he grabs my face or hits my arm I say ‘gently!’  Like he really has any idea yet what that means.

And then he does something that I have no idea where he learned it, but is also universal.  Like when he started blowing raspberries.  And just yesterday? He started clucking his tongue.  I didn’t teach him either of those things and neither did Simon.  He just figured them out on his own.

Or there is such as thing as genetic memory…

So no one is getting much sleep as it looks like two more are about to break through.

Hence I’m tired.

Hence no updates.

Maybe tomorrow…