Oliver officially has two teeth; sharp little teeth with jagged surfaces intended to destroy anything that comes in contact. He bites down like a pit-bull and a resulting "ah that feels good" emanates from his angelic features. For two weeks we battled fevers, screaming, a massive amount of drool, and Mommy--the human pacifier. So with both teeth finally freed of their gummy restraints a collective "sigh" settles through the house as activities return to normal and Mommy finally gets to sleep through the night, detached from the ever pained infant! ...
HA!
Two weeks as a human pacifier and my son--the laid-back, self-satisfying angel of peace--is a spoiled bratola! He still wants to nurse all night. He expects to be held a good portion of the day. He naps gingerly and wakes often. He is by all standards (at least Lisa Pickel standards) a bit spoiled.
So...after a full agenda these last two weeks I am back to our old routine and today my son was forced to entertain himself again. He did good. He rolled around on the floor, pushed himself backwards in his walker, laughed as I danced for him (I thought I was pretty funny too) and talked to himself. There was some crying, but in general--he's catching my drift and learning his feet are pretty interesting at the same time. Who would have thought!?!
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