A Time to Laugh

Last night while Daddy cut the lawn, Mommy and Isaac played with his “bike.” Back and forth on the driveway. Lots of laughing.

And there were two sets of pink, swollen gums I saw in that cackle. Poor dear. Getting teeth.

So we gave him all the appropriate medicine after a good bath that washed the applesauce encrusted sand in this hair down the drain.

And now he just woke up. Eight hours. He slept eight hours. STRAIGHT. What sleep gods did we have to sacrifice to for that to happen? What’d we do right this time? Is he just growing up?

I think one secret is to run him ragged and “put him away wet,” as Grant says.