What do you get when you go to Kindermusik for an hour, hang around to chat afterwards, stop at two carpet stores to return samples, spend too long at two stationary shops looking for the perfect birthday invitations, come home and eat lunch, then watch while the carpet installer measures the living room and the dog jumps around excitedly?
You get one crazy-tired baby, that's what. And a lot of pain, too -- after all this, I tried to nurse him to sleep, and he simultaneously slapped me across the cheek, pressed his heel into my windpipe, pulled my hair, and ground his top teeth into me. Yikes. I put him in the crib to jump around for a while instead.
But he's sleeping sweetly in my lap now.
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His seventh tooth has broken the surface -- it's next to the left front on the bottom. He's been chewing like a puppy and biting his own thumb, so I knew there was one in there somewhere, but I couldn't tell where. I guess the molars must be next. Yikes again.
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