I lied last time. I said I had a few minutes and started typing - then the sky started falling, don't you hate that.
So the Count's cutting his first tooth. Almost a year old and finally getting a tooth ... he must have his Dad's affinity for not procrastinating. But he's making up for it the past couple of days. Three days ago if you put anything in his food that had more texture to it than a slurpee, the kid would gag. But apparently the last two days he's been chomping down on anything he can get his hands on ... and I was sure I left a meatball sub in the fridge.
I am told this because the wife informs me that she went to our favorite restaurant (a little Amish restaurant that's just open for lunch Mon - Fri) and he chowed down on potatoes and biscuits. Sounds perfect doesn't it, stay awake all night with a fussy kid, get up early and go to work. Have a two day old egg salad sandwich from the cafeteria (or as I refer to it Death by Lunch) while the wife calls you as she's enjoying homemade coconut pie (and no, I don't care who your grandmother was, she doesn't hold a candle to these Amish ladies) and let the wife tell you all the wonderful milestones you are missing.
I think I'm going to start pulling random bulbs out of her 5 Christmas Trees just for that ... and yes I said 5.
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