And the almighty saviour said on to thee...

Let there be teeth.

Finally after some 15.5 months, Owen finally has a tooth. Not only does he have a tooth, he has a fang! His canine decided to be the first to show up on scene. And now, not only does he have a fang, he has his front top tooth and the other fang is pushing through. All this in a matter of 4 days! When we go, we go big!

I have to admit the protruding fangs is pretty funny. Hard to get a photo of. I will try tonight but he isn't so willing to show off his pearly whites.

Of course, all this orthodontic work resulted in me being an exhausted mess for 5 days. We had no idea what was wrong with him, but he was up every three hours on a good night and every hour on a bad night. I am so grateful that he is sleeping through the night again, even while getting these two newest additions!

So three teeth on the top aren't particularly useful. But lack of teeth has never slowed Owen down. The only thing we are still holding off on are raw carrots. No big loss there.

Thank god this freak of nature has righted himself. No more stupid conversations with nosey parents asking why my son doesn't have teeth (the obvious answer being we are Satanists who don't deserve teeth and are forever being punished by the almighty God. Stay back purist less we gum you to death!). Praise Jesus!

Roasted Leg

OK, so I was a smart ass.

I figured that we didn't need to really child proof the home. The way I see it is that we should just tell Owen "No" and he should learn when we say "no", we mean it. So I don't need all the fancy clips, locks, handles, bumpers, plugs, and other adult annoyances. Those things are ugly and make my life more complicated, wrestling with a clip so I can get at the garbage pail. Yes, we even have our cleaning supplies at floor level, unguarded by the required giant lion that snaps at the hand of a baby as they try to drink the bottle of bleach.

See smart ass.

Yeah, that was till I got stabbed in the leg by a meat thermometer.

We have a few drawers that we let Owen run wild with. Pots and pans, string, towels, Tupperware. All things I am relatively sure are baby proof. Spatulas, spoons, whisks, barbecue meat fork thermometers with large spokes perfect for jabbing into mom's leg...wait a second. That last one REALLY hurts. I screamed pretty loud that Owen was startled and cried too. I had to console him will my leg was being skewered. I guess you shouldn't turn your back on a baby with a utensil. I didn't even remember we owned the meat thermometer fork- have we ever even used it??? Well I guess we have now.

So no I still haven't put up all the drawer handcuffs, corner buffers and door lockers. But that meat thermometer sure got packed away. As did the meat skewers, bamboo sticks, scissors, butcher knives, barbwire and landmines. I intend to make it through child rearing with all of my limbs and digits. And maybe so will Owen, if were lucky.

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