7:30 am. me and E. snuggling in bed. everyone else is still asleep.
I don’t know if she felt like she owed me something, after such a tough pregnancy, or if she’s just determined to be the sweetest, easiest little baby. But yesterday, I stuck my finger in her mouth only to get it chomped on by a sharp little baby tooth, shoved up all the way through those drooly pink gums. No fussing, no sleepless nights, no ear infection, no runny nose–just a tooth.
Now we did have slobber. Lots of it. The kind where every smile emits a little niagra falls pouring out of the mouth. Shirt-fronts soaked from the belly button up, neck rolls always stinky and damp, big puddles of wetness all over the crib sheets after a nap. You know, all that good stuff.
But she has a tooth! I can’t stop saying it because I’m so shocked.
Alright, I’m moving on. You know, there are people out there who make fun of "mom blogs". This is probably the exact kind of post that adds fuel to their fire.
Crafting News: none. My sewing machine is broken. (but my knitting needles aren’t!)
Yesterday Dan and I celebrated seven years. The night before, we both handed each other green Barnes and Noble bags with something special inside. For him, this and a handy, fold-up guide for local birds. And for me, this. I’m already reading it.
It has been a good seven years. We’ve been through some testing fires and come out on the other side– still holding on to each other and even more in love. I can’t imagine anyone more perfect for me.