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Our Anniversary Week and a Brief Analysis of Teething

This last week was scattered with struggle. Hinckley and me (Kassie) were sick for part of the week. Greg had a final for his class. And Hinckley continues to grow new teeth.

Hinckley's favorite toy at church: the vacuum in the coat closet
In spite of all that, we had a fun anniversary. We went to a really cool exhibit at the Museum of Art at BYU. They currently have a display of costumes from period-piece movies such as Jane Eyre, Sherlock Holmes, Phantom of the Opera, etc. It was amazing to see all the intricate detail that goes into every item of clothing. After that, we enjoyed this great restaurant called, Aubergine and Company. We were pretty excited because it has stuff we can eat--not many restaurants have a WFPB menu. Well, this place definitely lived up to our expectations! We both had Mediterranean salads, strawberry lemonade (sweetened with agave), and a brownie (whole wheat, no dairy, sweetened with agave). It was just wonderful!



Greg went mountain biking with Lu. Kassie went to a consignment event and bought all of Hinckley's clothing for the upcoming winter. We watched Heaven is For Real and The Secret Life of Walter Mitty. And we watched Penny Serenade and Salmon Fishing in the Yemen. We watch a lot of movies.

Lucy is a Biking Fiend! Greg barely managed to keep up
Now, let me just say a few words about teething. It is the nightmare that you think is over and it just keeps happening. Hinckley just sprouted all four of his first molars, within a month. It was a struggle for everyone. We have said it before and I'll say it again, Hinckley's scream is like a baby ring-wraith (you know, from Lord of the Rings).


It is very unpleasant during the daytime, but even more unpleasant when you awoken by it and have to listen to it for two hours in the middle of the night. I really don't remember how much teething hurts, but it must hurt a lot. At first we didn't know it was teething...well, we are never really sure it is teething until the tooth pops through. Seeing the little white crown of a new tooth it always exciting; it assures you that you may be able to sleep through the night again (literally). Plus, then you can rule out your other explanation for this odd-behavior and stop considering that your child may need an exorcist.


Anyway, as I said, it is the nightmare that just won't go away. Hinckley had one lateral incisor rear its head two days ago. Just one. That means the other one will soon follow...

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  1. Hang in there guys! Luckily they do eventually get all the teeth in. :-)

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