That’s right, Little K’s bottom canines are poking through! Which is so cool and so lame at the same time. He chews on me more than he eats. Chews our fingers harder than ever. And it’s harder to put him down for naps, which won’t be fun at work. Most times, he cries up to the highest pitch and then his eyes roll back as he quietly wimpers his word for tired (at 4-months, he still says “ow” when tired, I love the Dunstan Baby Language!) and quickly drifts off to sleep. It actually cracks me up, that something is so seriously awful but it’s so tiring and he’d rather just sleep and tell me about it later.
Speaking of, this is what I get to wake up to every morning. I can’t think of anything better 🙂