Potato Chip, Mint Chip, Chocolate Chip, Toothie Chip!

Which of the chips stands out as being different? It's the last one, toothie chip. What on earth could THAT mean? Well, it means I chipped my first (and hopefully last) tooth on Friday.

The good news is that I am not hurt, I didn't hurt anyone else, and it kind of is my new trademark (because the NG tube wasn't prominent enough!).

The bad news is that daycare has no idea how it happened. See, I was totally in the best mood on Friday. I kept walking all around the room with my hands up in the air, squealing and laughing. My teachers noticed it in the early afternoon, and couldn't figure out how I had done it. I know I fell a few times during the day, but didn't get hurt or cry. Mommy, daddy and Grandma Kathy are all pretty bummed. But I am still pretty cute. Plus, this further builds my status as a rough and tumble guy, you know.

Of course, I have to post some close ups so you can see for yourself.

My vital stim continues to go well. We are half way done with the treatments. The schedule is meaning a lot of extra work for mommy and daddy. Thank goodness they are so strong (if they are exhausted).

Keep your fingers crossed that the next time I encounter a chip, it's the eatin' kind.

Hugs,

Emerson