This past weekend was a wild weekend.
|Calder is especially intrigued by his|
new doctor doggy from his cousins.
Note that Q has entirely tired himself out
while A handles the gift giving.
|Air and Space Museum. With arguably little space.|
We made it through the museum in one piece, Calder mostly staying quiet and to himself. We weren’t quite as lucky at the Mexican restaurant we headed to for dinner. With Calder in my lap swatting incessantly at the table edge, I decided it would be prudent to wipe down the edge with a wipe and some hand-san; I was awestruck by the visible color difference. While I tried containing his arms and munching on some chips, one of the servers walked by and quick as a flash pinched his cheek. Whoa! This one I was completely unprepared for and just sorta sat there dumbfounded.
In the midst of all these adventures, we had his two bottom front teeth break the surface of the gums. We’ve been saying for weeks now that he is probably teething, the way he has been gnawing on things with a little more fervor than usual, and it was nice to finally be right. J