Simon turned 8 months on Friday, and wouldn't you know it, sprung another tooth that day to make eight. This one brings symmetry back to his lower teeth, and he now has the top and bottom front four on each. The molars are still MIA, despite threatening to show. It even looks like one of his eye teeth are trying to poke through.
He was so good all weekend, which I'm very thankful for given that we had to watch three kids, but today after we got home was super needy and wouldn't stop whining. He also sucked down enormous amounts of food and milk, to feed all of those teeth. I just hate to see him all whiney like that.
Another win, he did sleep the full 12 hours straight on Friday night, and I suppose technically he did last night, but with the time change, it felt earlier. Tonight he already got up at 9-something, but I'm crossing my fingers that he'll make it until 7 a.m., for Diana's sake.
Oh, there were many discussions about multiple conclusions this weekend, but no decisions made. I've gotta let all of that marinate before writing about it.
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