Yep, no walk in the park (though I took a long one today). Sorry I haven't checked in lately, I've been busy..... teething. In fact, that's why I'm up blogging right now. It's hard to sleep when you've got pain in your mouth.
Besides teething, I've done lots of fun stuff lately. I took a really long walk with Mah and Pappy on Sunday. We met my friend Max and his folks after church. The grownups ate, we napped. I got to see a really wacky house. It's called the "Broken Angel". The city is gonna tear it down soon... something about it being "dangerously against building codes" but I thought it was shiny and neat. I've tried new foods: avocados and pears. I like the avocados okay but the pears make my eyes go down. Sour! I've tried swings in two different playgrounds now. It appears all the baby swings around here are the same style. Hmmm.. what else... that's about it. Oh, you know how I normally sleep all through the night? Well, not this week. My sore mouthie keeps waking me up. I'm hoping to be back to my normal self as soon as the first toothie pops through. Soon!
BTW... I'm too uncomfortable to write my own poem today so Mah is letting me use one that she noticed on the subway today. Let me tell you this... I only WISH I could eat meat off the bone. It might make my gums feel better. Mah thinks this poem might make Grampy misty-eyed (though he might change "feet" to "knees"). We'll see.
A Little Tooth
by Thomas Lux
Your baby grows a tooth, then two,
and four, and five, then she wants some meat
directly from the bone. It's all
over: she'll learn some words, she'll fall
in love with cretins, dolts, a sweet
talker on his way to jail. And you,
your wife, get old, flyblown, and rue
nothing. You did, you loved, your feet
are sore. It's dusk. Your daughter's tall.
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