The frozen wash cloth is our friend today. Last weekend Wee Man's first bottom tooth popped through and, like clockwork, the second is now appearing. He's fussy the day before and the day it pops through, poor little dude. I do have to say he is handling it like a CHAMP though. I've heard horror stories of babies who cry and scream and are just a royal pain in the booty. Luckily, Wee Man is none of those things.
In other Wee Man news: He's rolling like there is no tomorrow and has taken up rolling to get to his chosen destination. It's pretty cute. He is also sitting up like he's been doing it for years. It's so exciting to see my baby do these things. I've been thinking a lot about what a road he traveled as a newborn and how we are SO blessed to 1) have him with us today, no joke, and 2) blessed that he isn't on dialysis or anything of the like. He is a normal, happy and thriving little dude. The Lord certainly watched over him and us. There's something big in store for my Man!
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