He's getting his front upper right tooth; the gum is hard there, and it's white as can be. Perhaps when we wake up tomorrow it'll have come through. His second tooth, on the bottom, was horrible-- he cried for two days and nights. I hope this one goes much smoother, as I don't know if Daddy and I can handle that.
Speaking of Daddy, he came home from Alaska Tuesday. Baby K was a little hesitant at first, but seemed to recognize Daddy's voice from all the phone calls and warmed up to him quickly. He enjoyed the beard that Daddy grew while gone; he liked to poke his fingers into it and feel the hairs.
We have a playdate Wednesday with other babies (kids under a year or so old) from our playgroup, and all the kids will be in costume. Baby K is going as a fisherman: he's going to wear a white long-sleeved onesie, overalls, boots, and carry a "fishing pole."
