Wednesday, July 29, 2009
Nine is fine, and what a mess!
One thing that seems to happen like strange clockwork is the arrival of Blake's teeth almost always to a "month-iversary". Yesterday he turned 17 months and out sprouted Tooth #9, on the right in the back. Also, do you ever wonder why some babies/young children don't mind being absolutely disgustingly caked in nasty food (here spaghetti bolognaise and yoghurt), and at what age do they start to actually think, You know what, I'd prefer not to look like someone dumped a plate of food in my face? At any rate you can actually see the new tooth in this picture, if you can distinguish it from a yoghurt blob.