252 + 154 + 21 weeks
Someone got his first tooth last week! Not that you can tell with his bottom lip sucked in like that, but still, it’s there. One tiny razor blade making his nursing mama more than a little nervous.
And someone else got pink eye. (Another tight-lipped face. Are those two siblings or what?)
Pink eye meant a trip to see our favorite pediatrician this morning, and that meant she got to look at princess books while we waited. There are worse things for an almost-3-year-old.
We’ve got antibiotics and teething toys and some Oreos hidden in the top cupboard, so while this Monday has been more than a little crazy, I think we will survive the week.
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