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Internet, last night I was overwhelmed with Mr. Mean. Overwhelmed in a good way. A really good way. Like, as in, I couldn't get enough of him and didn't want to put him down. This is the first time I have felt this way about him.

You see, for 14-16 weeks I worried about this kid. Not only did his screaming and crying make me crazy, it made me worry. And I worried a lot. He didn't smile and he always looked glazed over to me. He didn't want to be held. If he wasn't screaming, he was sleeping and God help you if you disrupted him once he got comfortable!

All of this changed over the past couple of weeks. And he's happy now. Really happy. And he's content. I can finally hold him and it feels like he wants to be held. He plays now. He lights up with a huge smile when you talk to him. And he talks back. He squeals and yells and likes to hear his voice. And he laughs. And oh how I love his laugh! Just like his brother, it's a contagious laugh.

Over the past week David has been gnawing on everything in sight. Everything in front of his face has ended up in his mouth and he's been biting his spoons at every chance. So it shouldn't have been a surprise to me that he cut his first tooth yesterday. But it was a surprise. And it overwhelmed me. And it shocked me that other than trying to devour everything in sight, he never made a peep or cried over this tooth. Instead, he was super happy last night and really playful. I just couldn't get enough of him!

Mr. Mean, you're not mean any more.........you are quite delightful :) And you're growing way to fast! Slow down a little bit so I can enjoy your infancy longer before you crawl away!