As if to herald the arrival of solid food in his life, one day after Owen’s first encounter with rice cereal, his first tooth broke through, finally surmounting – just barely – the surface of his gum. Today he was even grinning as he ate.
Meanwhile, his elder brother shared this thought with me today: “My dreams come to me when I’m in bed. When I’m not in bed they notice, and they don’t come.”
And now I’m off to bed in our 58 degree house. Our heat pump, which likes to act up on an annual basis, is up to no good again.