In some moments of silliness while in New Zealand, we put Paul in the kangaroo pouch on the end of his portacot! He thought it was fun to be a “Joey.”
Originally posted September 21, 2008.
So at 5:30 there was no seventh tooth. By 7 p.m., there was something poking out of his gums. That would explain why he was crying and fusy from 6 to 7, huh?
I’m sorry I haven’t posted pictures. Now we are going out of town for nine days. And then we’re moving. I’ll do what I can, but no promises…