Ethan has finally cut his first tooth! It's been three weeks already, and it actually has come up quite a bit. I was feeding him dinner with my fingers, and felt something very sharp. It was difficult to see the top of the tooth that's coming out because he's always moving, but it's easier to see now that it has poked out more. He never had a fever, but did start coming down with a cold around the time the tooth came in. But, I'm not sure if it's teething-related since the babies in daycare were also sick around that time. I'm eager for him to get more teeth, so that he can start chewing more solids. Hopefully he doesn't get more pain from them though!
Thank you for the lovely notes and cards of comfort and warmth yesterday. To be honest, I was a bit surprised to hear from some of you, but it's nice to know there are a few people actually reading this blog. I feel a lot better today because of you guys. *virtual hugs* Time also has a way of lessening the deepness of the sadness. I'm sure there will be days ahead that will be difficult again, like when I actually see my mom in person for the first time, but I'll cross that bridge then. In the meantime, I'd like to continue doing regular things to further distance the sad feelings and memories. I wish I blogged more regularly so that I wouldn't start forgetting things, but c'est la vie. Ethan has gotten used to his new shoes now, and doesn't protest putting them on as much anymore. We did go to Little Gym in our area, and Ethan was curiously terrified. He wouldn't let go of Lucas, and refused to be put down. Even his legs and...
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