I think, I think, I think

that Dean's teeth may finally be coming in? He has been extraordinarily fussy today, like sharp, loud screaming and I didn't know what to do. I had the thought "give him some Advil" which I did, and he seemed to calm down long enough to fall asleep. This is his second 1.5 hour nap today. This is very, very unusual. I felt around in his mouth before I put him down and I think one of his two bottom chompers has started popping through. I couldn't see anything, but it just feels like something sharp is coming through. Poor baby. :( I also feel like I've written this at least three times here on the blog, so maybe this time it's for real?

John was sick and stayed home from church yesterday. I was so nervous battling my busy baby for 3 hours alone, but thanks to the grace of strangers, I made it through. A lovely woman who moved in recently held Dean for about 15 minutes during sunday school and he played with her sparkly bracelets. I started to think that I needed to wear more sparkly bracelets if that's what it takes to keep him happy. Then they asked me to sub for the pianist in Primary during the last hour, which meant that one of the presidency members held Dean for the entire hour, not just for the playing part. It was such a relief to have someone else watch him for me. I truly believe that I was being watched over and people were responding to promptings to do small things for my sanity.