Teeth

Two front teeth. Isn't that what we as children wanted for Christmas? And, was that the TOP two front teeth, or the BOTTOM two front teeth? If it is the bottom you wish for, you are in luck little big man. You have two teeth. Congratulations, you may now chew. On what, I don't know yet. Hopefully not me. But ah yes, you like to chew on everything. Links, spoons, knuckles, blankets. It's like having a puppy. But better!

I thought for sure you'd be crankier than an old wet hen but you've proven to me, yet again, that you're resilient, flexible, and that you are your Mommy's baby. Nothing keeps you from eating. Not even mouth pain.

And now you're wanting "real food". I see you. At the table, mouthing and mimicing us. Pushing your lips together, gums touching two "wittle" teeth. And when I put a spoon to your mouth you open WIDE like a little birdie. And OH MY GOSH the glass issue. Your arms flailing that serious look impending on your face, you look like you are getting ready for takeoff. Grabbing the glass with your hands that don't quite know what to do with themselves yet....and somehow you know that glass goes to mouth.

Christmas is right around the corner. And so are your two front teeth. I'm lucky enough to catch glimpses of them all day long, because you smile a LOT.