Needle-tooth, meet Nipple. Nipple, Needle-tooth.

Uck. I'm sick. My throat's all crunchy and I have no voice. I hopehopehope I do not pass it along to Clementine!!!!!! She woke up at 4 am and would start to nurse then cry and turn away, so I thought -- oh no! -- her throat was sore, but then she was fine, and just wanted to lay in bed between Jim and me and play and jibber-jabber. Which was pretty adorable, even at 4 am. Of course, I felt like heck with my croupy throat, but I made myself a delicious mug of hot water, brushed my teeth, and felt a little better. Jim read somewhere recently: "There is almost no situation that cannot immediately be improved by brushing one's teeth," and while I am sure there are actually a LOT of situations that are well beyond the power of toothbrushing to ameliorate, this was not one of them. It's the same with a really hot shower when you're sick, so that is how I started the morning. So at least I'm sick and clean.

As for the title of this post: Clementine has a tooth! 6 months on the nose and she had a wee little needle-sharp tooth peeking out, and there was no teething fuss to speak of, glory halleluja. And did I mention, needle-sharp? Delightful!

She's also pulling herself to a standing position (yipe!), and standing is just about her favorite thing. And yesterday, we finally took her to the swimming pool, which we've been meaning to do for months. It was so much fun and too adorable for words! The pool we went to (Mt. Scott) has the coolest kid area ever -- it's indoor and warm, almost body temp, and has a river with a powerful current that pulls you through it, and it has water features like fountains, and a vortex pools that runs in a circle, and this big loopy slide; so much fun! It's part of a community center, and I'm just so impressed with it. We went during baby time, so there weren't bigger kids making a lot of commotion, and I noticed that there were more dads there with their babies than moms. And, Jim pointed out, this being Portland, most of the other parents had tattoos. Clementine was very serious about the whole adventure, and after getting a taste of chlorine, decided to clamp her mouth shut and not risk getting any more, so she had this serious little pinch-mouthed look on her face as we swished her around the pool. And did I mention that Jim had bought her a little yellow-striped bathing suit? Ohmygosh.

Have I said how much I love dressing her? Baby clothes are a fine reason to have a baby, ha ha. Just kidding. But I do love them. And by the way, who might it have been that gave us the gorgeous owl-print baby kimono? (Heather???!!!) It fits her now, but I can't recall who gave it to us! Pictures later :-)

Apropos of nothing, while we were driving to the pool yesterday, that old song "Blinded by the Light" came on, and Jim commented how it always sounded to him like the singer was saying, "Wrapped up like a douche ..." and we listened intently and it does sound EXACTLY like that and we couldn't think of a single other thing he could be saying that sounded like "douche" but wasn't! And we didn't have the iphone on us to google it. Later, at home, I reminded Jim, and neither of us could remember what song it was, so Jim googled, "Classic rock song that sounds like he's saying douche" and sure enough, he found it, ha ha! Gotta love Google. And he's saying deuce. Oh. Funny.

Anyway, blah blah blah. Sleepy. G'night!