Jonah hit the big 6 month mark
on Valentine's day. A few days before that, he cut his first tooth, and two days later, the second followed. He's getting to be a big boy.
He likes to rub his little tongue over the bumpy edges of his new toofers. He pokes out the tip of it over and over, and I swear if it ain't the cutest thing I ever dun' seen!
Then on Friday, all whiny and bent out of shape, Tessa's voice squawks from the back seat of the van...
(to be read in the voice you once used to tattle on your little brother when you were four);
"Mom! Jonah sticked out his tongue at me!"
Are ya' kiddin' me?! Seriously?!
I quote the immortal words of Timone in Lion King when he sees that Simba and Nala have hooked up: