The third tooth finally came in on Friday night. When we were all out on our date. So what if 3's a crowd?
We went to Carlysle Grand on Friday night because I was craving the Jambalaya. Normally a haven for the powerful Shirlington singles crowd, things were quiet and we got a table in the baby corner. At the next table over were three babies.
This is the way the conversation went with the unidentified father at the next table.
UF: How old's your baby?
D: 6 months.
D: Yeah. How old's your baby?
UF: Five months. (as his baby is bouncing non-stop on his lap, like one of those freaky toys that you just end up taking the batteries out of to regain your sanity)
D: She's a bouncer, huh? You guys have a Bounceroo?
UM (jumping into the conversation): We have a Jumperoo.
D: Yeah, that's what we have. He likes it so much that he gets blisters between his toes.
My mortification is now complete. Whispering/hissing, this is how our private conversation went.
K: What the HELL are you doing, telling people that the baby got blisters from the Jumperoo? And it was only one blister.
D: I think it's funny that he jumped so much that he got a blister.
K: Or, that we are awful parents that leave him in the Jumperoo for hours on end, long enough for him to get a blister. As opposed to the 20 minutes it only took for him to get the blister. Do you want those people to call DHS on us for being neglectful parents?
D: He just likes to bounce.
Whatever. Then we went to see Grizzly Man. Instead of just watching a movie about being in Alaska, they wanted us to feel like we were ACTUALLY IN Alaska. It was so cold in the theater that the baby managed to clench his jaws so tight that he sprang a tooth.
OK, I don't know how he did it but that's when we noticed the new tooth. Of course its brother is hovering right behind so it is only partial sanity.