You know you're a mom when...

It's Saturday morning, you're almost to the grocery store, babbling to your jolly toddler in the back seat, and you realize (was it when I stepped on the brake?) that you're wearing slippers. Not the pink fluffy kind (thank god), but still -- the beige Isotoner slip-ons from Wal-Mart kind. Slippers. And, you're too close to the store to turn back now (and didn't it take a momentus effort just to get everything loaded and ready and out the door before 10?), so you go shopping in your slippers.

Awesome.

And you wonder, looking down at them laughing to yourself, if this is what it really means to be a mom. This complete and total lack of caring what other people think anymore, since dammit, you're a mom and there are just things you HAVE to do no matter what!

Christian was almost in tears (from laughing) when I told him. He said (quite honestly I think), that it was a good thing he hadn't been the one to do it -- since his slippers ARE the fluffy kind (no, not pink).

Holy molar! and other stories

I'm on a "record keeping" kick this month, since I realized that Will is almost and year and a half old and I have written almost NOTHING in his would-be baby book for posterity. I obviously didn't inherit my own mother's knack for thorough bookeeping when it comes to kids -- she can tell you exactly what I ate, said, slept, and pooped at this moment back in 1977. Amazing.

As for me, I guess this blog is the modern version of Will's baby book. So, onto teeth... Will finally got his first teeth when he was about 11 months old (which is a little later than average). Not that this stopped him from eating all kinds of solid food (including entire peaches with skin). About 2 months later, he had his top 4 teeth, and 2 more months after that, the bottom front two teeth. Now, much to our amazement (since we are decidely laissez-faire when it comes to monitoring teething progress), at 17 months Will seems to be getting his first set of molars! Technically, I think these are his First Molars, and boy do they seem to hurt. We first noticed them when Will was writhing around the floor, screaming in pain... It's just about the only way to get a good look in his mouth, since he won't let us stick our fingers in there. There's been drooling, not eating, night waking, and all around grumpiness. And this was on top of another horrible week-long bout of flu (which we all got at the same time). When it rains, it pours.