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Joe cut his first tooth today!
I am rather sad about it, to be honest. With Anne, I rejoiced to no end. After all, since she cut teeth early, didn’t that mean that I was an incredible mother?! Of course it did.
But I love Joe’s bare baby gummies, his toothless grins. I’m sad that he is growing up so fast. Those bare baby gummies are one of my favourite features of babyhood.
You can’t tell I’m a breastfeeding mother, can you?
We always prefer the babies without teeth.
He cut the exact same tooth as Anne and on the exact same timetable. They were both 4 months, 18 days when they cut their first tooth. Isn’t that funny?
He’s a great teether. Not too much fussiness or fever. The only majorly noticeable thing was the drooling – oh, dear Jesus THE DROOLING – and he has had not slept well at night. And I haven’t slept more than an hour at a time for a week.
We’re talking serious sleep deprivation here, people.
So the best remedy for that was getting Season 3 of Grey’s Anatomy from the library because we all know that staying up until 12 o’clock at night, watching fornicating doctors is the best use of one’s time.
I love that show.
I think that Anne is a tad bit independent.
“No, Mumma! I do it!”
“No, Mumma! Annie do it!”
“No, Mumma! Do it not! Annie do it!”
And today was a good day – I only heard those phrases, oh, about 30,208 times.
My wee girl is growing up so quickly. (Yes, she’s only two and a half so I know that I have no right to that phrase but IT IS TRUE.) She can now dress herself reasonably well. She feeds herself. When she feels like it which is hardly ever so I am constantly the Poo Police, she can go in the potty. She entertains Joseph. She chatters constantly. She remembers everything. Everything? Yes, everything. I’ve never seen a kid that can remember everything the way this kid can remember everything. She pretends. She plays dress up. She draws hockey nets. She colours. She turns on the CD player so she can listen to Veggie Tales. She sings along. She remembers the words even when it’s not on. She recites books. She gets up in the middle of the night to change her own Pull Up if it happens to be wet. Of course, then that means it’s time to read so she huddles by her night light with a stack of books a mile high and “reads” them to herself.
And she’s independent.
“You help me not, Mumma!” When she says something negative, she’ll drop a “not” at the end of the sentence just to make sure you know she really meant it.
Evidently her sentence structure fell out of Bill and Ted’s Excellent Adventure. It’s something fierce, my friends. NOT.
We went to the playground to blow a bit of stink off the tinies. We’ve been cooped up much of the winter because of the rain and snow and slush and new baby so it’s nice to be outside again.
Here are a few pictures of our day:
We’re quite a team.
Boy, I like these tinies. They’re a lot of fun.
