The Boy's mandibular central incisor has poked through his premaxilla. This has numerous negative implications on my life. Up until now, 4 hours of uninterrupted sleep could be classified as parental hibernation. Now, a measly 2 uninterrupted hours and I am 'well rested'. This may be acceptable to The Boy, but it doesn't work for me (lest he forget who pays the bills around here). Moreover, the amount of drool in that kid, as a result of his teeth, is astronomical. We are talking gallons. The Boy weighs 20 pounds and like the earth he is primarily made of water.
The Boy doesn't crawl or walk like most children, but he does get around via the reverse inch worm. Just like it sounds, he pulls his knees towards his stomach, his butt shoots in the air, and he kicks his legs back then repeats. The one caveat is that you would anticipate him moving forward, but he moves in the reverse.
He now mimics us which I have used as a stepping stool to jump start my comedy career. When you ask him if he wants to go to school...he responds by coughing. This will be the first of many life 'lessons' he will learn from his Daddy.
