Much has happened, and I've not kept up with blogging. The catch-up post will come, but not tonight. Tonight, suffice it to say that I am typing this in the dining room so I can keep an eye on Michaela with Josiah. I'm not sure how dinner is going to get prepped. We went to the library today and got a book about going to the dentist. Seemingly innocuous and random. However, that book, coupled with me mentioning to my mom on the phone that Josiah seems to be close to teething, has led Michaela to do "teeth checks" on Josiah when I am not looking. In fact, she smiled with mischief when I peeked in here a few minutes ago and said, "Go back to cooking!" Not a good sign. I may not be a super-experienced mom, but my daughter shoving things in my baby's mouth for him to teethe on, or to stick her fingers in and tell him to "bite" does not seem to fall in the category of "safety." If Michaela has a future in dental medicine, I'd prefer that her first patient not be her 7-month-old brother. Just another day in the life.