Bathtimes continue. Sometimes you want to eat a hot dog bun while you're in the bathtub. Kitchen sink bath time is conducive to these desires and cravings:
It comes at a price though:
And sometimes, well, things just happen. Like all of a sudden I'm cooking dinner one evening and hollering starts and there's blood everywhere like a danged murder scene and someone was rolling on a beach ball and rolled smack into the stair case and also smacked out a front tooth...well, almost out. Just sort of bent backwards. And gushing blood.
Which accelerated our first trip to the pediatric dentist. And I was all, WOW, this should be fun. The child who won't sit still for a fraction of a second and people in scrubs are going to stick utensils in his mouth.
Prepare for destruction. (BTW, looooove this pic of IV. If you had any idea how many times a day I get THIS LOOK...)
But he was all, WHATEVER, and sure you can stick a small mirror in my mouth, why would I mind that? And I just shook my head because I can never truly predict this child.
Sigh. Life just keeps charging ahead.
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