Now if I were the only one affected by it I would be ok but as a good cold does it has contaminated everyone in the family...
So now the Little Man is sick and although he is getting better I fear that since I have had a relapse he will soon be getting one of his own. For 5 days now he has been a sour puss (granted he seems more like himself as the 5 days have gone by) and has cried more in this little span of time than he has since he was born.
On top of it all he is also teething which is the funniest thing. Yeah I know that sounds mean and all that but considering that his one tooth just came out of nowhere you would find that funny too. About nine days ago he grabbed my finger and put it into his little mouth and as he chomped down on it I realized that something was amiss. No longer was I feeling gums but here I was feeling a little pointy stab-y thing as well. So after much coaxing I got a look and there it was: a tooth! As of now the Little Man is no longer a toothless wonder.
While I can't help but be happy to see that he is growing and that he is going threw all the developmental steps he's supposed to I am also sad to see him grow up... I spend a lot of time with another babies who were born about the same time that the Little Man was and I can't help but notice that I have a giant. All the other little ones are still small in comparison to him and in many ways it breaks my heart that the Little Man just flew threw the "little" phase of babyhood. To give you an idea of how big he is at 6 1/2 months old he is wearing 12 month old clothing and has almost outgrown his car-seat.
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