Today was a big day for Baby Fausto. This morning he experienced his first election, and was not just a good sport during the 75 minute wait, but was entertainment for the hundreds of others in line. You've got to admit, he looks pretty entertaining with his "Mama Loves Obama" onesie, his "No on 8" rainbow legwarmers, and his future politician thumbs-up.
Then we got home to discover Fausto's first tooth! This was a bit of a relief, as we'd been puzzling over why he was suddenly boycotting sleep. Two nights ago was utterly strange; he woke up in great spirits, but with an overwhelming need to grab and scratch at everything. I mean everything: Mama, the sofa, the bed, his blankie, his pjs, etc. I finally gave up after nearly two hours of his giddy clawing and brought him to bed. The next morning I woke up looking like I'd snuggled with a feral kitten all night. Hopefully now that the little tooth is through the gums he'll finally get some sleep. Meanwhile, mama and papa-daddy will be celebrating Obama Day with friends and good food.
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