I spotted Gus’ first spit bubbles today.
Which means I’ll soon be following him everywhere with a little towel until he gains control of his drool. How long is that? A couple of years?
It also means that he now has tears. We know this because yesterday, while inaugurating his new ‘baby nail clippers’ (you know what’s coming don’t you?) I clipped some skin on his finger. Oh, such a heartbreaking cry. A totally different cry than any he’s done before. I’m never clipping his nails again -I don’t care if they curl around his hands and keep him from his calling as a master pianist.
On a good note, we finally managed to have the video working and Gus awake at the same time to talk to Grandpa Reed (I’m sure he loves the sound of that).