"They call him Six-Gun Suttie..."

I must be one of the most lackadaisical bloggers there is. You can expect my next blog to start something along the lines of “Today is Suttie’s 18th birthday…” Since my last blog, Suttie has sprouted a tooth, albeit a very small white dot of a tooth barely cresting the surface of his gums, but a tooth nonetheless. Now, there are many things that a mother hopes her child will do early – talk, walk, potty train (Lord, please yes, potty train). But teething is not one of them. I don’t know why anyone would relish the fact that their sweet newborn baby has turned into a drooling, crying, gnawing machine. Of course, the fact that Suttie’s developmental milestones are centered around processing and digesting greater quantities and varieties of food is no surprise to anyone.

Another change is on the horizon as well. It is becoming increasingly clear that Suttie is outgrowing his bassinet. I’ve been in denial about this for a while, but as I walked into our bedroom last night and saw his feet at the end of his bed in a widespread squatting position, I knew that, if a change isn’t made soon, I’ll be raising a son who walks like he’s about to engage in a wild west gunbattle. So, I’ve removed his sleep positioner, which should buy us another month or so, but after that he’ll be moving upstairs. And, there’s a 50% chance that, at that time, I’ll be investing in a full-size air mattress for the floor of his room. Now, before you judge me, remember that I didn’t contend with you when you decided to have that Botox party, even though we all thought you were crazy. Sometimes, friends don’t tell friends the truth – they lie and say, “No, it’s normal to sleep on the floor of your one year old’s room” or “Wow, that injection made you look just like Angelina Jolie.” You know it’s bull; I know it’s bull, but the important thing is that we don’t say it out loud.