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Bos left for work this morning with Wingnut’s favorite pacifier in his coat pocket. We have a back-up here at the house, but it’s not quite the same. The other backup - me - seems to be his preference right now.

It reminds me of when Lugnut was a baby. He never took to a passy, but nursed every hour or so for the first six months. Phew.

Wing had his 1-month checkup this morning. All is well - he’s up to 10 lbs., 4 oz. & 22″ long. Poor little chap had to submit to a nasty RSV test - a long swab up the nose - because he was exhibiting a few cold symptoms and our CPNP wanted to play it safe. Lugnut had RSV as an infant, and while it didn’t get nearly as bad as it could have, it can be a terrible illness for newborns.  Wing’s test came back negative, fortunately.

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On a completely different note, did anyone do anything fun for Mardi Gras yesterday?

Other people dream about their teeth falling out. I’ve never had one of those dreams.

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I asked the dental hygenist what the crown she was fixing to put in my mouth was made of.

“Porcelin baked onto gold,” she said.

Then she worked it onto the nub of my molar and popped it back out for some more tinkering.

“And other precious metals,” she went on.

Grind… Grind… I looked up at the ceiling.

“Really,” I said, “what are those other precious metals?”

“I don’t know,” she said. “I didn’t memorize the list.”

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When I told Mom I was getting a crown, Mom said, “Oh, you’re starting to get just like me.”