Teeth! Teeth have arrived!!! Ow!

Yup not one but two teeth have sprouted from Eyes lower jaw. Since she's almost five months now I am not surprised at this. I just have to make sure I put it into her baby book. If I can find it that is. Maybe that's why I am blogging. Just to make sure I have a record of this monumentous event. She has only bitten once though and learned she gets nothing, NOTHING! I tell you, if she bites the one who feeds her. She has been doing very well otherwise. She has mastered the backward push and has traveled the length of the living room. Since she always pushes away from whatever she wants I am not too worried about paper left on the floor. (Which in this house does happen - gamer husband) If she does get it, oh well, serves the vagrant right for forgetting it there, she'll just gum it to death. Though I do try to make sure things are cleaned up. After all even paper can be deadly to an infant.

I made Raven laugh and curse me today. We went swimming instead of cloaking and I am happy with that since I was not up for both. I had done alot at my parents place this last weekend and am happy to save the trimming and clasping for Thursday. Which when it happens will put me at 9 cloaks in total. (9 out of 10 is not too shabby at halfway through the month, eh! This is what Raven cursed or will curse me for hehe) Anyways we had a good swim and a good chat and I showed her what I worked on. She liked my dark green wool with the plum lining cloak. I must admit I am proud of how it turned out. It looks really nice! Now to only master the art of bog coats!

Positive Reinforcements

1. Went swimming with Raven
2. Did dishes.
3. Cleaned the bathroom (Finally)
4. Washed down the fridge and stove and laundry machines (This is something I almost never do. Egads what I have started - oh yeah Spring Cleaning)
5. Blogged about my baby's new tooth! Yay!

Oh and I really should try to remember to keep up with my bad poetry attacks...

Poor planning doth a whimper make
Poor health is merely an excuse
Poor finances means your BROKE!

Last night after heading to bed I thought of better lines for this poem. So here's my edited version...

Poor planning doth a whimper make
Poor health shalt thou bemoan
Poor finances means thee are BROKE!