First Teeth

Peter popped his first tooth (bottom right) last Tuesday (1/13) and his second tooth, its neighbor, yesterday.  Then I saw a little white bubble on his gum where the top right tooth should come in.  I'm not ready for that!  Little baby bottom teeth are one thing but top teeth, no!  He's growing up too fast.  Except for the fact that he is still up a zillion times a night--I wouldn't mind him growing up in that respect.

With all the teeth coming in, Peter has been pretty discontent lately.  He is not happy unless he is on my hip.  He tries to drag everything into his mouth and he's fast too.  He pounces on anything that comes within arm's reach.  On Monday he was sitting in his bouncy seat and his car seat was next to him.  He leaned forward, grabbed the car seat bar and dragged it across the floor and into his mouth.  That thing weighs like 10 lbs!

The potty war wages on with Jill and I've decided to take a step back for a while.  I'm going to keep rewarding her for going, which she does a few times a day, but quit asking her if she needs to go.  She is so stubborn that I'm convinced that she'll only do this consistently when it's her idea.  She could not care less if she pleases me. 

So since Jill's conception I've wondered if she would acquire the perfect storm of her parents' personality flaws.  Maybe flaws isn't the right word, so I'll say traits.  Well, it's happened.  She is quietly stubborn like Bryan and it seems like she has my intensity too.  Bryan came home around 6:00PM on Wednesday night and I grabbed the vacuum and ran upstairs to speed clean the bedrooms before we put the kids to bed.  While I vacuumed Peter's room, Jill jumped up and down asking, "Can I help?"  I said, "Sure.  Go pick up your toys and you can help me vacuum your bedroom."  She had that room clean in no time, much faster than I could have done it.  She helped me vacuum and then set her sights on our room.  She grabbed the damp dust rag from me and scrubbed dressers, the floor, the closet doors and the mirror.  She even wiped off the vacuum when I was done with it which reminded me of Monica on Friends who cleaned her vacuum with a dust buster.  

Then Jill helped me put away the laundry.  She handed me the clothes from the hamper, holding them in outstretched hands until I put them in the drawers.  If I didn't move fast enough for her, she stood there shaking them at me until I was ready.  It was like looking in a tiny, unflattering mirror. Cute on her, probably not so cute on me.  Ha!

With Peter on my hip and Jill on the potty constantly I haven't had time to take many pictures lately.  I'll take some this weekend and post them soon.