Rx for a fussy baby

Today was one of those days-- lots of fussing, no napping, plenty of frustration. And for good reason: Ian is the proud new owner of his TWO lower central incisors. My arms were full of baby! After dinner we escaped out to our front lawn. There we made a little nest...

and put our feet up.

Some of us ate tomatoes from the garden (which, by the way, has been a total flop).  Other of us just drooled over them.

 

We pinched and nibbled,

kissed...

and just generally engaged in silliness.  Then we smiled and laughed and went inside, took our baths and went to bed.

*Sigh*  I'm not going to think about the dishes until tomorrow.