First Teeth
All I want for my birthday is my two front teeth. Well atleast that's what I thought. Other babies told me that teeth were better, and made life easier. Most everyone I met had them. Now I'm not sure I like what I've gotten into. My first two teeth poked their way through, all in one day. No one told me that it would
hurt that much. I didn't like it one bit. But I'm glad I did it. Although my mouth feels quite strange. I feel like a stronger baby...like more of a person.
The Speech of a Ten Month Old
Lately I have been making my mom and dad laugh in surprise and delight. I have begun to say phrases such as : "I did it" and "Dadda Up!" but the best one that I have said is one my mom just can not let go. I said "Mom" as I put my hand on her sholder, "I good." She said you are? " Yes. I good. I pooped". The thing that mom thought was absolutely the best was the fact that I had indeed pooped in my diaper and was making her frustrated because I would not drink my bottle until she changed it. I was a good boy. She should be proud. It takes a lot of gumption to poop like that.
