He's sprouted his first tooth! Given our other children's record with cavities, we decided to waste no time. The bristles probably felt good on those gums. Fooey is this evening's photographer.
In other news, Kevin's acquired a cane. Next, he's getting a top hat and tap shoes and a monocle.
Sorry. My brain is getting mushy from prolonged sleep deprivation. Today I lost the car keys three times in the span of five minutes, just by putting them down different places while thinking about something else. I had to use a spare set to pick the kids up from school. But we were delivered a supper which I'm going to stretch into two: veggie lasagne. With garlic buns tonight. How about with salad and bread tomorrow night? Thanks, neighbour chefs, small and tall.
The viral thing that's plagued our two youngest seems to be abating. And CJ has officially learned how to fall off to sleep all by himself. This is an unexpected side effect of the broken knee: we no longer had time to rock, sing, walk, or otherwise coddle the lad off to sleep; turns out he didn't need all that fussing around anyway.
Labels: Kevin, local food, sleep, teeth
