Progress on several fronts

Jesusgay, what a weekend. Busy, busy, BUSY.

But first and foremost, Happy Birthday Josh! He turned 31 on Saturday. He's old now, so we had to wait for him and his walker to catch up to us during our day o' fun.

Not so fun? Taking a 4 1/2 month old to a restaurant. Guess who spent half the meal in the foyer and sitting on the floor of a public restroom nursing? I will give you one guess, and it rhymes with "samey."

(Did you know the handicap restroom at Carnivale has a very clean tile floor?
Well, now you do.)

Among other highlights of the weekend, Jack learned to roll from his back to his tummy. And then he rolled right over again, for a complete 180. Hide the silver, he's somewhat mobile now. So I guess I can no longer leave him on the floor on a blanket when I go to the corner liquor store for cigarettes. Damn it.

I also noticed today, after a week of Jackson jamming his fist into his mouth every chance he got, that HI, maybe he's teething. In addition to the clue of the biting everything in sight, there was also the gallon of drool he deposits on his outfit each day and the constant thrusting of his tongue in and out of his mouth.
I am a bright one, no?

Since these signs appeared, I have periodically been running my finger along his bottom gums to check for bumps. Because, ya know, that's where baby teeth are supposed to develop first.

I say supposed to because, in keeping with nothing in my life with this child being normal, he seems to have a little white spot on his UPPER gums. Seriously. It's clearly not a tooth yet, but it sure looks like what will become one.

Which will most definitely undo all the hard work I put in today with his sleeping. Let me shout this one from the rooftops: JACK TOOK TWO NAPS OF SUBSTANTIAL LENGTH IN HIS CRIB TODAY. There was no crying, no gnashing of the teeth and no need to stuff cotton in your ears.

This, my friends, is progress. Up until today, he was a swinger. The naps? They were taken in the swing only and God help us all if we tried to put him down in his crib. I could have drugged him and he would have risen from the depths of sleeping to scream his displeasure at this indignity.

But once those teeth start coming in, all bets are off. The sleep? I hear Vegas is running with 100-1 odds that he'll keep napping in the crib. Place your wagers now my friends, this is easy money.

But, how can you bet against this face?