Drool Factory

I've definitely gotten used to walking around with big puddles of drool soaking my sleeve/strap/shirt. Nash lusts after anything put near his mouth, including his hands, my hands, burp cloths and pacifiers. I guess this means he's starting to teeth. It will be so nice someday when there is more than one baby in the family and I'll know what everything means. But our next baby will probably throw everything off and be quiet when they're hungry and tired and cry when they're happy. Or something. By the way, I brought my car in for an oil change this morning and the "car" they gave me for a loaner is a MINI VAN. Classic Mommy car! Please, Mr. Whitten, let my oil change go quickly, and return my luxury compact SUV.