Mr. P Gets a Tooth

Mr. P finally has a tooth. Daddy found it the other day after the little P-Man mistook his index finger for a bright orange monkey chew toy. This tooth has been a long time coming, so I was excited to see that it had finally made its apperance.

Mr. P is also sitting up for longer periods at a time and consuming more baby cereal by the day. So far, he's tried applesauce, which he likes to roll around in his mouth several times before swallowing; sweet potatoes, which he finds more useful as an exfoliant; and banans, which brings a mirror image of his mom's What the crap?! face.

All of these little things have added up to one big fact: my Little Man P is not going to be a Little Man much longer. He is growing up so fast it almost breaks my heart to watch. I'm excited to see him mature, of course, but I can't say that it comes without a little bit of wistfulness. I am comforted by one thing: Price is a MAMA'S BOY.

He loves to snuggle me and play with me. He loves to give me slobbery baby kisses and hold my hair like a security blanket. When I'm in the room, his eyes are on me; nothing else and nobody else exists. When I'm gone for long stretches at a time, he all but hyperventilates when he sees me again and I can't leave his side until he falls asleep. In short, I am his favorite lovey. And he's my favorite pint-sized snuggly.

Plus, this weekend Price said, "Not for awhile," to his baby food which brought a small bit of secret relief. He's still young and has plenty of time for things like spoons and bananas and sweet potato facials. If he decides he doesn't want to grow up so fast, I'm perfectly happy to oblige him.