For once, I’ll let the pictures do most of the talking.
Meet Sophie. She looks like a chew toy, but she’s an exotic French teether. I know this because the pamphlet told me. She’s fabulous.
Oh, and this? He did this for six hours straight last night.
He’s put himself down for every nap and every night all weekend. I record this here not to gloat, but so that I will always remember the elation I felt should I take it for granted, or to document it in case it all hits the fan.