Come Monday, Baby Sean will be nine months old. To celebrate his little body decided it was high time he got some teeth, and chomper #1 is working it's way through on the bottom. Feverish, runny nose, miserable, no food but nursing . . . thankfully, he loves being outside, and his sweet brothers love entertaining him and distracting him from his vale of tears.
Above he's in a garden hole, that was intended for a nice flowering tree, but I couldn't decide, so I plunked him inside instead, while I gardened. The backyard sod is nearly laid out, and the landscaping projects are nearly complete. I sure we could fast-forward on all the growing.
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