All four top teeth are almost in this week. You are such a fast mover and we are constantly having to scoop you out of the bathroom or out from under tables. You like to stand, holding on with only one hand and when you let go and fall you seem bewildered and angry, and repeat the process. I am very interested to see when you walk. We are still living in this apartment and I have frequent daydreams of how nice it will be to finally get into a house and watch my two crazy boys run around the yard while I sip a cup of coffee on the porch. I love you.
This week Nash has been sprouting THREE new teeth on top, all at once. Very sleepless nights for me, but at least he will look really cute waking me up all night in these matching jams.
Today you fell out of the laundry basket and busted your poor little top lip. There was a lot of blood but once it stopped you just had two little cut from your bottom teeth, I think.