mr. man! you are getting your very first tooth! literally minutes after i blogged that you were doing better and eating better yesterday, the opposite became true. you didn't want to finish your bottles yesterday afternoon and evening, and you seemed fragile...not the same way you do when your tummy hurts...you just wanted to be held and to have your nuk at all times. today, you've been eating poorly and have been prefering, instead, to chew on your fist. so, i very rudely stuck my finger in your mouth...your bottom right center tooth is breaking through. way to go, buddy...but please slow down a bit. even though this newborn phase is not really all that easy for anyone, i am not ready for you to be bigger yet. i want to keep you tiny. you are my last little baby, and i want to savor the experience...every last stressful second of it :-)
oh, and you slept the whole night in your crib last night (from 8 p.m. to 6:30 a.m. you did wake to eat 2x, as usual). you slept so much more soundly than you do in our room. you didn't talk and fuss and wiggle around like you do in our room. *sigh* that means i have to do the mature thing and let you stay in your room rather than bringing you back to our room. being the grown up isn't always so much fun :-)
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