Paul’s two front teeth came in at the same time, poor guy. Unfortunately, they are crooked. For some reason, I thought (read: hoped) that the crooked teeth genes waited for the grown-up teeth and skipped the baby teeth.

On a side note, I put him down for his nap this morning and he didn’t want to sleep. I heard him talking to himself and giggling and enjoying being awake. When I went in to get him later, his pants were off and he was chewing on the cuff.

How does a seven-month-old take off his own pants? Granted, they were sweat pants and they are a little big, but they were completely off. This doesn’t bode well….He’s getting smart!