My son has not been the poster child for growing infants. For example, he hates sleep. I think he'd rather be awake for 24 hours than have to go to sleep. The kid is too curious of his surroundings and acts like a cage fighter when it comes to laying him down. He rolled over at 3 weeks. Freakish accident? Nope, he has continued to be a rolly polly ever since. But the kid does everything as we say on "Cohen Time." When Cohen wants it to happen, it will happen. So when Cohen decided a 3 hour nap sounded good on Monday, he took a 3 hour nap. When he doesn't want a Mohawk anymore, he'll decide it is time to grow hair. But the past 2 weeks the poor kid has been sick and teething. And by sick I mean awful chesty cough that sounds like his lungs are coming up. The teething part is what threw Kurtis and I off. He has had this little white bump for several months but finally about a month ago, something decided to poke through. So, when Cohen finally let us feel his gums (on his time of course) we could tell there were what we thought 2 little teefers popping through. Well, since he won't let me look or touch it, I didn't realize that it wasn't just 1 toof. Nope, not just 2 teef. And not even 3 teef. The kid decided (on Cohen Time nonetheless) that he was going to break 4 teefers out on the bottom. He was eating little Puffs and when he started to chew I freaked out because I saw all 4 teef popped through the skin. But of course, that is Cohen for you. The kid amazes me at how he grows and what he does every day. There is now 1 popping down at the top. But who knows? With Cohen, 3 others will magically appear. I have tried everyday with all my power and might to get a picture of these 4 little teef, but you have to remember who we are talking about here. I'll get a picture of these teef when Cohen is ready -- on Cohen Time.
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