Over the past two weeks Russell has digressed to his former role as the fussy super villain whose sole goal is to bring down the powers of righteous peace and quiet and kill any already limited spare time that I have. Plus, he's decided that a scheduled nap time just isn't his cup of tea anymore and could I please just hold him while he plays with his toys because the ground is all of a sudden too hard for his delicate baby backside! I didn't know what his problem was - all I knew is that something was rotten in the state of Conrad.
Then we were over at my sister-in-law's place for Christmas Eve where we played a marathon of Rook and Hearts and Russell army-crawled around the distance to the moon and back. He decided that it might be a good idea to crawl underneath the table and bite his Grandmother on the toe. As it turns out, it was a good idea because that is how we found out that dear, dear little Russ had just cut his very first tooth and he left a mark on Granny's toe to prove it. So that was what all the torturing Mommy and Daddy was about? Getting a tooth? Try getting your braces tightened or, better yet, your gall bladder removed!! It's a good thing that Mommy doesn't over-react like you do or Daddy would have moved out right after you were born!
Anyways, he has teeth which means he is more a toddler and less a baby which means he's growing up and he's doing it too fast!!
Happy New Year everyone! Enjoy those little "spots of time" where the clock pauses and you are able to appreciate just how blessed your own life really is.
J
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