Finally a tooth!

Looks like Adam has finally cut his first tooth: a little point has broken through his bottom gum. It has only been adding to his misery. The poor little guy has an ear infection, rampant diarrhea, a bright-red butt, a helmet on his head and he's teething. No wonder he has started saying "Mama" or, more accurately, "mamamamamamama".

We think he's finally starting to feel better. He is now able to pull himself into a kneeling position (while he's hanging onto something, of course.)

As in this blog entry, Tessa is being somewhat neglected in real life. She's doing fine for now. Last night, the Missus said that she was sure that Tessa was looking for me. Every once in a while, the Missus said, Tessa would look over her shoulder toward the door as if she knew I'd be home soon. Awww.