He sleeps now. Mostly.

Friday was a momentous day. My good friend graduated from flight attendant school so Oliver and I went over to her place to hang out with her and her fam. Oliver was being his usual social butterfly self when he decided to bite my hand and I thought...

OW! That hurts.

Wait... does that mean? Look! A Tooth!!

And there was much celebration. So much celebration, in fact, that we broke out the clown nose that we keep on hand for such occaisions. 

And I don't know what it is, but something about having that new tooth makes him look like a brand new baby. Makes him look older? Wiser? There's just something I can't put my finger on.

Whatever it is, it makes him sleep through the night so I'm liking it.