Riley's eighth tooth poked through yesterday. Very exciting. After months and months of merely 6 teeth, he has acquired two more in a matter of weeks. (Number seven arrived at the end of our Nantucket trip, which may account for 5 nights of progressively awful sleeping. By the end of the trip I was hanging on by a thread.)
And in other news, Megan has been going through a growth spurt. At her yearly checkup, she was 34 lbs and 39 inches. We measured her the other day at 100cm (or 39.4") Which was an impressive amount of growth for 6 weeks. And then I weighed her and she was 37lbs. Which is hardly surprizing, since she had been requesting at least two breakfasts for the past few weeks.
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