It's a TOOF!

OK, so your child has to be a fan of the Horton Hear a Who movie (or you have to be... no judgments. M and I love the movie, so I won't tell) to fully appreciate the post title, but our little man has his FIRST TOOTH! C was 5 1/2 months when her first 2 sprouted, so I was getting a little worried when H hit 6 months without even one. No worries now. He got the bottom left one in, and man... is it adorable. At least, as adorable as a teeny, tiny tooth can be. I haven't had any major issues with it yet during feedings, but I do recall that time that I was convinced C had somehow morphed into a breastfeeding shark, so I'll be on guard from now on.

Fun with Feral Swine

I love my husband. Here's why: only he could talk to an 8-week old baby about feral swine, ticks, and fire ants and make the conversation seem sweet. Oh yeah... he can also add fun facts about the sleeping habits of Thomas Alva Edison and Albert Einstein and keep C completely enthralled.

Last night as I was getting dinner ready, I was thinking my own thoughts and half-listening to M and C's mostly one-sided conversation when an odd word caught my eye: ticks. Hmm. I listened in and realized that M was telling C about ticks and cattle fever. He explained to her that there aren't too many ticks in North Texas because of the fire ants. Apparently you only have one or the other around. C appeared intrigued and cooed a bit at M before breathing heavily into his face.

At this, M remarked upon her milk breath and how she was a little piggie about breastfeeding. This led into the feral swine discussion, and how feral swine are pigs, but perhaps not little piggies like C is. While I couldn't quite follow the logic of that distinction, I'm pretty sure C did. She believes everything her Daddy tells her (this will, unfortunately, likely not last into her teenage years). At this point, C decided she was more interested in the lamp behind her dad's head than in feral swine.

Thus, Thomas Edison entered the picture. M explained to C that Edison only got to sleep for 4 hours a night, while Einstein slept for 12. M's reasoning was that Einstein was so brilliant and worked so hard during the rest of the day that he was able to sleep 12 hours. Edison, on the other hand, had to keep working and working to invent the light bulb. [This is the part where I suggested that perhaps it would have benefitted Edison to get more sleep at night in order to be more productive, since it must have been hard to work the other 20 hours (particularly the darker hours) until he actually invented the silly light bulb.] I'm hoping that C picked up on the sleeping LONG hours instead of just 4. Otherwise, I'll be one tired lady for the next few months!

C is sleeping a lot better and usually gives me 5 uninterrupted hours of sleep before she needs to eat. I'm pretty sure she laughed yesterday, though I haven't gotten her to repeat this yet, and she's becoming so much more fun. The evening random shrieking is not so great (but she did stop last night when M was talking about pigs and inventors and bugs), but the daytimes are wonderful. She's alert and so cute and even takes naps in her "big girl bed," aka her crib, as opposed to the Pack 'n' Play she sleeps in at night. It's hard to believe she'll be 2 months old on Monday! We go to the doctor for her check-up on Tuesday, so I'll be able to see how much she's grown. She's definitely filling out with adorable baby fat and is decidedly longer-- I feel like her legs are getting longer each day! Every day I love her more and more. I never knew motherhood was this great. Wow.