We had our first open house on Saturday, which went quite well. We had five couples show up. The first couple emailed us the day the house hit Craigslist, and were the first to arrive on Saturday. They even came back a second time to take pictures. They're returning tonight with her dad, which seems promising to me.
The boy slept throughout the open house, in his swing, sans clothes.
We are nothing if not classy.
In other news, we think the boy may be teething... He hasn't been sleeping or eating like normal, and has been gnawing his fists and anything within reaching distance. He's also got flushed cheeks, without a fever. (Dr. Google tells me that could be teething, so we're running with that.) I think I felt a tooth, but I couldn't tell. It's incredibly difficult to see inside an infant's mouth, by the way; I had no idea. Their little tongues are not cooperative at all. He's also sixteen weeks old today, which in my brain means he's 4 months, even though he's not. This kid-age-math is almost as confusing as pregnancy math was.
Also, I realized over the weekend that I have acquired a new skill:
The not-quite-stopped-Stop: (noun) At a red light or in congested traffic, the subtle removing of one's foot from the brake, just enough to make the car gently rock half-an-inch forward and then stop again, over and over, fooling the infant into thinking that the car is moving.
I'm contacting the dictionary people to have it added.
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