Alex has a tooth!

My baby got his first tooth.  This is always a huge milestone but it seems particularly meaningful because Alex is my last baby.  We shut down the baby factory. And by we, I mean Jason.  We were always in agreement that if I had bake our babies for 9 months and then push them out my lady parts the very least Jason could do is get a little snip, snip.  Needless to say, I have been running around the house all morning attacking Alex's little face and smothering it in kisses.  I keep saying "my baby got a tooth" over and over.  Henry keeps looking at me like I am crazy, which is par for the course.   Alex was kind of a turd the first few month of life.  Is that bad to admit?  He was so fussy.  Then, like magic, sometime after 6 months he just stopped being so needy.  He has became a total joy.  He laughs and giggles all the time.  Now he is only fusses when there is a reason, instead of all the time.  My sweet, perfect baby.  My last tiny baby is growing up.  If I am this reflective over a stinking tooth I might be a train wreck when he starts kindergarten.

I wanted to get a photo but he won't stop rubbing it with his tongue.  Not that cam blame him, I bet it does feel kind of weird.



Of course Henry was all like what are you doing? When I told him I wanted a picture of Alex's new tooth he promptly sat down and informed me he had a whole mouth full of teeth for me photograph.  I think his exact words were "momma I got lots of teeth."



PS.  Henry is abesseed with Matt and Kim right now.  They came on the ipod the other day and henry came into the room and yelling "it's matt and kim."  Which totally freaked us out, that kid is so stinking observant. I guess he heard us talking about them. The recognition went to request.  And that is where we are now, listening to a lot of Matt and Kim.  Like all the time.  Before his little butt is even in his car seat he is begging for Matt and Kim.  Actually he tells me to put the ipod on matt and kim in his sweetest little toddler lisp.   I am not going to complain to much, he could be begging to listen to crappy kid music.   This is from an older album but is my favorite song, hands down.  It makes me so happy.



PPS.  Henry is running around the house with his underwear on his head, and I am not even making him stop.  I guess that is how he needs to express himself today.  Honestly, wednesdays are so crazy I feel like running around the house with my underwear on my head too.