The Tooth And Nothing But The Tooth

If you look really, really, really close you might spot the top tooth. Ok, maybe you won’t, and yet it is there, a big ol’ top tooth poking out and giving him the fits day and night. As they say: if baby ain’t happy, ain’t nobody happy.

We had a great party yesterday. So good that I didn’t get a chance to take a single photo. Between cooking, serving, and herding wild babies the idea of taking a photo never popped into my head. I would have liked to get a few photos of 4-wheel drive Zane. He’s decided that it’s OK to crawl over the top of anything in his way and this includes other babies and their parents. There were a few traffic jams at the slide which Zane attempted to resolve by engaging 4-wheel AND all-squeal drive traction. We are also seeing the beginnings of, “hey, that’s MY toy!”

By the time the last family left it was after seven. Five hours of non-stop kids seems more like a full day. The oldest was 18 months and he zipped around like an overly caffeinated tasmanian devil. The other walker was Frank: 14 months and making the transition to unaided uprightness in only the past couple of weeks, so he mostly stood or moved slowly. I think the youngest was ten months, but all of them were crawling and cruising to some extent. Lots of little meltdowns, mini-crashes, and maxi food messes.

It was a blast.