For Babs' birthday, the boy got teeth! Two little tiny stubs on the bottom. I'm not sure why, but this is a really great achievement in my book. I find myself so incredibly proud of him, and happy for him. Logically, I am way happier than the event seems to merit, but I can't help myself. I smother him with kisses of joy every time I think of his amazing teeth.
(ps - plus, how cute is the finger hooked over the nose? Yeah, super adorable, it's true)
