Teeth
Devin is getting more teeth and it is no fun for anyone. He has the four front on the top and the two front on the bottom and now he's cutting the first molars on the top.
This means he's not sleeping very well. Last night he woke three times in the night (twice requiring me to get up with him) and he didn't nap well today at school. You would think that this would mean we have one cranky baby on our hands. You'd be right, of course, but a cranky Devin is really not that bad.
Mostly it means a few fussy moments here and there, the previously mentioned trouble sleeping, and an increase in the number of things he tries to gnaw on (including my fingers and, well, ouch).
This past week there were a few more "did he just say that?" moments. I think I may have heard him say cracker (finally) as well as Cheerio but until he starts doing it consistently? Eh, who knows. He gets his point across, though. He's becoming quite adept at getting us to follow him and then sort of signaling what he wants (like patting the fridge door when he wants milk or standing in front of the pantry door and saying "mmmmm" when he wants cereal). He also nods his head yes and shakes it no and that is surprisingly helpful.
Yesterday he was half walking/half running with his arms stuck out in front of him like a tiny baby zombie as he followed Cat back and forth from the kitchen to the dining room table. Yes, I did just compare my baby to a reanimated human corpse but there really was a resemblance. Neither Devin nor a zombie have all their teeth, their speech is unintelligible, and their motor skills are lacking. Fortunately, Devin is a lot cuter than a zombie and (usually) smells much better.