Pulverized Peas Please

James has two teeth coming in. The bottom right started first about two weeks ago and the bottom left followed about a week later. He is seven months, almost eight months, which is a full four months later than La Luz got her first tooth, but that was back in the day when I drank milk produced from grain fed, hormone-filled cows.

The new teeth are just barely poking through the skin but I think the really painful part is over. Unfortunately, they are not quite visible enough for me to get a picture of his teethy grin, something we have been treated to more often lately now that the teething pain seems to have subsided and his respiratory issues have improved. He has been so obliging lately that Christian has managed to train him to waive and say "bye-bye" and "baba" for bottle (I think he also said 'dada' but I don't believe it). I say trained because I don't think he has any clue what he is saying or any inkling of the context. He is mimicking, but you have to start somewhere.

With new teeth comes the joy of new foods. James is not yet particularly discriminating when it comes to what he likes to put in his mouth. Here he is thinking about what to eat (attack) next:


Attempting to take a bite of Sam...golden retrievers are the most kid-friendly dogs:


Eating Margot's watch:


I am telling you, nothing is safe as long as it is somewhat within this guy's reach.