Tooth and Hell

Ta-da! Atticus is finally cutting teeth. The two top front ones have broken through the skin. He is taking the whole thing like a trooper. He wants to sit in my lap and be held more and loves the teething gel -- even the tube, which he carries around and chews on. When the teeth finally come down, I'll get a nice picture for you all.

Also, just a little story: In our study/family room there are two built-in file drawers. Atticus isn't allowed to get into them. Sometimes I masking tape them shut just to deter him. This morning Atticus ripped a strip of the tape off and wadded it into a ball. Then he walked over and put it in the trash can. Then he came back and did the same thing to a second strip. It was like a perfect blend of his father's brand of misch-EVIL-ness and his mother's kind of anal tidyness. Such a lovely familial crime wedding a foible from each parent. Beautiful. Horrible. Fascinating.