June 11, 2011

Jasmine is teething. The nice thing about having a teething baby (besides the obvious screaming, crying, and general crankiness it brings) is that when she leans in to give me one of her patented, slobbery, lick-my-face kisses (which I love, actually), there’s at least a 40-50% chance that she’s going to chomp on my cheek like its an apple. I told her this morning that she was once again confusing “Daddy” with “breakfast,” and Ariel thought that was just about the funniest thing she ever heard. Which of course it was.