Teething

The little guy had a tooth break through last night. In the three and a half months since his birth he's proven to be an easy-going, mellow type of baby, so his current fussiness is very out of character. He may have a slight fever, but if it is a fever it's so mild that I haven't yet brought out the thermometer to verify his temp.

If it weren't for my slings, I would be completely stuck with a armful of baby. As it is, I've been able to keep him closely snuggled while still making lunch for the rest of the gang, get some work done on the computer, and even straighten up the fridge a bit. I've had to set aside some of my other plans for the day (assembling four lasagnas and two other casseroles, bagging up frozen veggies into individual meal sized portions, and folding several baskets worth of laundry.)