Soren’s teachers, who are awesome, often refer to Monday as “marvelous Monday.” Today was not so marvelous. Soren had the right idea for dealing with a less-than-fantastic day and was in bed by like 6:30. (Did you know there are babies who always go to bed that early? That blows my mind!) We think he’s, as I say, making teeth (I don’t know what else to call it, because “teething” seems to imply that he should be all drooly and chewing on everything and he doesn’t really do that, and I hate the phrase “cutting a tooth,” because he’s not cutting and ew, gross, although now that I think about it he’s not “making” teeth either, but at least that seems kind of cute to me, like, oh mom, I had a hard day in the shop making teeth with my bare hands and hoo boy I’m so tired I’m going to fall asleep right here over my free-range omelet with cheddar and Cholula).
A sleeping baby is just about the cutest, most peaceful thing in the entire world. Any day that ends with that can’t be all bad.