Alright, so it turns out all those who said Logan's faucets of slobber were a sign were right. He cut his first little tooth Christmas morning, and was very nice about it. His nose ran like crazy and then an hour or so later daddy found it. I guess dad has a habit of feeling around in Logan's mouth...or it could have been that Logan was chewing on dad's finger and that's how it was discovered. Either way, it was a great surprise. No teeth in Carter yet.
We made it home from Medford alright, (which is where we spent Christmas), but unfortunately some of us (namely Carter and I) came home sick and have only gotten worse. We've both got bad colds and coughs, and Carter even got diagnosed with "croup" on our first unscheduled doctor's visit. We got him some meds and he seems to be getting better already.
Thank goodness, because Evan and I are planning our first big weekend away this weekend, and I don't think the grandparent baby sitters will appreciate such a cranky kid. We're splitting the boys up between the grandparents so they are easier to handle, so there shouldn't be a problem. Hopefully I will be recovered enough to enjoy my freedom! One thing they will have to worry about, though, is baby proofing, since both boys are now officially mobile. Logan has got the inch-worm thing down, and is moving around more and more every minute. Carter isn't quite as comfortable moving forward yet, but he does a 360 on his belly in seconds flat.
Things have been pretty busy around here (despite the sick house label) since we are moving to Vancouver next week. I've got exactly 4 boxes packed. Yikes. Evan keeps saying "don't worry about it" but I have to say, I'm worried. I have a feeling that there are going to be a lot of black plastic bags being hauled up to our new place.
So if you're not doing anything next weekend, we'd love to see you!! (And maybe your empty trunk??)
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