I Spy...

...a first tooth!

Ethan had quite the rough night last night. He didn't require us to actually get out of bed and get him, but he was awake and doing some pretty good complaining about every 2 hours. He'd been doing great in the sleep department, so I figured something was up. Turns out he has a tooth making its way to the surface (already!) - you can easily see it and feel it (but he's too wiggly and his tongue gets in the way too much to actually take a picture of it).

I have decided that this new tooth emerging is just a defense mechanism. Mason, being more mobile than he, will often be caught scooting his way over to his brother and stealing toys right out of his hands (grabbing and pulling with great force). Ethan decided the best way to deal with a bully is to be the first one to get a tooth and use that tooth to the best of his ability to fight off this toy thievery.

Daddy is very sad about the impending new tooth. One of his many nicknames for the boys is his "gummy bears." He even sings them the theme song to that cartoon - he used to love that as a kid. But now one of his boys will no longer be gummy.

Sigh. They are growing up too fast.