Canines

I have been horrible about recording teeth. You cut your first right at 6 months, I think. Two bottom. Four top. Two more bottom. 

Your second top was horrific. You came to me with a bloody mouth. Turned out you had ground your bottom teeth against the top gum hard enough to cut it  open and get the tooth to show. I have a hard time believing that was the most comfortable route, but you were noticeably happier once it was through. 

Tonight, you bit daddy. True to form, you've gotten your top canines before the bottom. Little points are showing on both sides. Six more, then we start waiting for you to lose them...

Persistent

Nevin has this habit of climbing my bathroom drawers to get to the counter. Today, I was frustrated with him and suggested he get a stool from the bathroom down the hall. He left.

He comes back...after longer than I expected, but...he used the stool to get to all of the wonderful things on the counter. Eventually it was time to go downstairs and do other things so I went to put the stool away. I was so surprised when the stool down the hall was still there.

He had gotten the stool from downstairs bathroom and carried it up the stairs. That child will be the death of me.


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Eccentricities

You love to stuff your hand up my sleeve while you nurse. If I have long sleeves, you will contort your body until you can get your hand worked under the cuff and up to stroke my arm. 

You carry headphones around with you. If you find a pair, they are your lovey for the day. You carry the plug in one hand and the head piece in the other. You're getting pretty good about watching for the tail if you drop the plug - making sure it doesn't get caught in doors. You plug them into anything that makes noise - my phone, Ryanne's iPod, the laptop. You're a little frustrated that you can't find the hole on the radio, but it's usually temporary.