Cutting time
Jacob cut his first teeth last night.
It was around 8 p.m., and we’d just sat down to finish dinner. He cried, and since it was my turn to check on him, I hustled upstairs to see what was going on.
Fuss, fuss, fuss, fuss, fuss. I can’t find his pacifier (cleverly hidden in plain sight), so I pick him up and check his mouth to see if it’s a tooth related matter. I feel a bump that definitely wasn’t there before.
For those of you unaware, I’m chair of the church next year. That means I get to lead meetings, try to pick committee heads, etc. I’m probably the youngest chair the church has had. That’s no guarantee of anything.