Tooth-hurty AM

I've removed egg and sesame from our diets, but Emma's still waking up once or twice a night crying / screaming.  Tooth number 4 (front top right) must be a doozy.

But when I crack open her mouth to check: Woah!  Numbers 5 and 6 have broken through and there are nubs for 7 and 8 (all on top)!  So many at once and some really ahead of schedule!  I guess I should have suspected something more between all the drool and the biting (BFing is not fun right now).

It feels like a trick: From afar or looking down, she's my baby; Up close and looking up, "Wha?  Who's Chompers?"

The List(s)

To get some buy-in, I'm piggy-backing on one of James's current favourite stories: The List* (from Frog and Toad Together by Arnold Lobel).   We've made to-do lists after breakfast for the past week.  And, we'd sometimes check, sometimes cross off (sometimes both) the completed tasks as I nudge/remind/push him through them.  It sort of works?

Yesterday, while mapping out our day writing up the list, he said, "James is Mama's list."

To him: "I think you mean "James and Mama's list"". 

To myself: "Yeah, pretty much." Sigh.

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* A copy of the story can be read here.

The story read aloud:

Spring it be

Paul pointed it out and now the plant in front of our house will forever be the "Yoda plant".*

*Also because I never remember its real (botanical) name (possibly viburnum lantana).