In recent days Chins has decided he just can't stand being a little prostrate lump of a baby. His new favorite game is trying to sit up, which, without a little help, has an uncanny resemblance to a turtle trying to right itself. Observe:
...one very unhappy, very purple baby. That's what you get for smooshing your face all around while you eat, buster.
After unending rounds of ineffective prescription meds, we've had to resort to gentian violet, which is what was used "before they invented medicine," in the words of one alarmingly obtuse pharmacist we consulted during our quest for the elusive substance.
Here's a little tidbit the pharmacist probably should have known, and that I only just now found out (but can pretend to be an expert in anyway) thanks to wikipedia: despite its name, gentian violet is made from neither gentians nor violets, but is actually tecnically known as hexamethyl pararosaniline chloride, a rather frightening substance derived from coal tar. Besides being an antifungal agent used with amusing results on the mouths of infants and the nipples of breastfeeding mothers, its main application is in staining bacteria so they can be identified to species.
Ok, now that is a career path in which I can safely say I hold absolutely zero interest: bacteria systematics. Don't get me wrong, I'm glad there are people out there classifying bacteria to species. But I'm also glad I'm not one of them.
Now if you'll excuse me, I believe there's some coal tar residue on the ceiling that needs cleaning.