Teeth teeth teeth teeth teeth. Three more on the way. Several sleepless nights. Lots of chewing. White mounds anxiously anticipated. Grateful these didn't interfere with Maggie's highly successful airplane trips. Actual teeth anxiously anticipated. Actual teeth anxiously anticipated.
What's new? We think Maggie is going to be left-handed. She always reaches for the spoon with that hand. If a cheerio gets into the right hand, she transfers it over before putting it in her mouth. She's still a happy crawler -- not too much effort trying to walk -- but all of her friends are graduating to the next level at Gymboree. Level 3 means baby dear is more comfortable standing up than being on the floor and is trying to do the walking thing. She's close, but for now she'll stay behind. That's okay; I get three classes for the price of one at level 2. When she graduates it'll be two classes a week and both charged. Also, she's pretty solidly down to one nap a day. She would sleep in the morning if I let her, but we've found that she doesn't really sleep at night if she takes two naps. (That is, of course, under normal circumstances. With teeth coming in she doesn't sleep at night even with just one nap.) It's a nice sized sleep, though, so I do get to accomplish some things. It's amazing what you find you can do in just 2 hours. And speaking of which, off I go while the munchkin snoozes. Happy Monday!
