Sunday, July 8, 2007

Counting Blessings

I have a very happy baby. I don't mean to gloat, but Sophie is an exceptional child.

She wakes up all smiles, and she goes to sleep silently content, snug in her crib. Some days I hardly hear a cry all day, except for when Will attacks her with his two-year-old brand of violent affection.

It's very easy to take these days for granted - day after day of smiles, giggles and babbles.

But occasionally God sends us a reminder to count our blessings.

It might be a near-accident in the car, a sad story on the news, or a lesson in Church.

Or in this case, a tooth.

There's nothing like a inconsolable, fretful and intermittently bawlin' baby to remind you how good you have it the other 364 days of the year.

I'm not really sure Soph is teething, since I haven't yet seen a tooth. But knowing her nature and this dramatic departure therefrom, I can only surmise that she is either teething or enduring acute gastrointestinal distress. Since her new favorite food is green bean casserole, it may be the latter. We'll just have to wait a couple of weeks to see if any ivories have poked through.

(If Sophie gets a tooth now, prior to her 10-month birthday, she'll be a phenomenally early teether for my family. We're gummy babies. Will enjoyed his first birthday cake like a toothless old man, sprouting his first fang (it really was!) at a ripe old 13.5 months.)



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