Sunday, January 27, 2013
So called solids
He hasn't gotten any teeth yet, but I expect to see them every day since drool runs from his mouth like a leaky faucet and he seems to be experiencing teething pains. I am actually surprised every day when I rub his gums and don't feel a sharp little tooth poking through yet.
Oliver has come a long way from the fussy gassy tiny little thing that came home from the hospital with us on my birthday. It turns out that he is quick to giggle and smile and laugh (he laughed at a much earlier age than his brother) and there is little more he loves than watching Gibson play and sing. He's very alert and the way he leans towards his brother it seems that he can't wait to get up and join in the fun.