
I've not always been kind to others that spend time bragging on thier children. I love kids, but I'm not always as fond of their parents. I've always thought that I had better things to do than to sit and listen about first rolls, first crawls, first steps and first poops in the potty.
I was wrong.
Not just because I have my own son to brag about now (more on him later...), but because I look a little closer at all little ones now. I know that kids need reinforcement, but I am now convinced that parents need that reinforcement even more. Raising kids is a huge responsibility (I know, news flash...) so parents are estatic when those milestones happen because it means, "We didn't mess the kid up!"
That said, Zeke has (finally) sprouted his first tooth. No fever, but he has been a bit fussy for him. (That means he actually kind of whined a little...man we're blessed with a mellow kid.)
So we have a tooth. Now we will start working on crawling...Not sure why I'm in a rush for that one to happen, the house isn't Zeke-proofed yet.