The first tooth has arrived!

Last night, while visiting friends in our ward, I gave Jamie my finger to suck on, and FINALLY felt that little tooth that we’d been suspecting was the culprit of his grumpiness a little while ago.  It’s funny how excited we were.  I think having the first kid is kind of like having plants; it’s really exciting to see them grow, even though that’s exactly what they’re supposed to do, because you’re the one taking care of them and enabling them to do so.  If that makes sense.  :)

Is it stupid that I’m actually kind of sad that Jamie won’t completely have his gummy little smile anymore, and that I won’t be able to give him my finger to chew on?  I mean, yes, it’s a milestone and all, but what good does just one tooth do, anyway?  It’s just there. All his foods still have to be liquid or pureed. And that one little milestone is a change. Me no like change! CHANGE BAD!

Changes are signs that my sweet, precious baby is getting more independent and needing me less every day.

And actually, if he grabs my finger and chomps before I can stop him, which does happen, I could end up in the emergency room on account of that sharp little sucker…

Don’t worry, I’m not real upset; just playing up the drama to make you all laugh. Of course I want my son to progress.

Sort of. :)

I was a little off in my measurements.  He is 17 lbs 11 oz, 27 in, for all you wonderful family members who want to know.  We went to his first California pediatrician appointment today, and let’s just say there are things about Idaho that are waaaaaaaay better than here.

And one more thing, to brag a little: Jason and the baby and I went on a walk this evening, and even though I really didn’t feel like it, I also lifted weights and did my abs routine. Most of my pre-Jamie pants are a lost cause—not like exercise will push my hips back in—but I want to fit the ones that are possible, dangit!