On Thursday, Mom and I went to Books and Babies Storytime at the library. It was soooooooooo much fun. We sang songs, read books, I looked around at all the other kids and moms, and had a grand ol' time. Dad's excited about going sometime with us when he has a Thursday off work, or can meet us for an early lunch.
Friday, however, was not quite so good, when Mom looked at my head and saw a big red smear that looked like blood. What happened? Did I fall off the bed? Did I get cut in a gang fight? Drive by? Did something fall on my head..... like jelly.... off Mom's sandwich.... yep, that was it. Jelly. On my head. I guess that's what I get for never letting her eat. Mom laughed so hard she had to call dad at work and tell him.
Saturday was a bad teething day. I woke up alot at night, and was pretty unhappy from mid-afternoon on. Some friends told us today that their daughter started teething at 3 mos, but didn't have a tooth come out until 6 mos. Oh jeez. Still a little feverish from time to time. And you know what the prescription for that is --- more cowbell.