Simon was up a lot last night. He’s usually a solid 12 hour night sleeper. As I tossed and turned, listening to him fuss and deciding whether or not to go to him, I had myself convinced that he was suffering terribly from our recent absences. Wrong again.

He got his first tooth! A big fat one, top, right side. We thought babies got their lowers first, so I haven’t been obsessively checking the top the way I should have been. Simon’s managed to cram two big milestones into Ramona’s hospital stay: walking and his first tooth. Leave it to our boy to do his part to cheer everybody up. If I can find my macro lens I’ll try and get a picture (just kidding).

Still at the hospital awaiting discharge,