"A" is for alligator

So, we were in London last week, looking for a place to live for the next few months. Alexander and I took a cab from the airport to the serviced apartment that we booked for the week and Alexander was having a bit of a meltdown. Understandable after hours of travel and being hauled from cab to plane to train and then into a cab again.

So, I gave him my finger to chew on, and he bit me. With his two, tiny, pathetic little teeth!

They were NOT there the night before, because I'd checked. In fact, I don't think they were even there yet in the morning before we got on the plane. I think he went and grew those suckers while we were on the plane.

Anyway, needless to say, there are now two changes in our life with Alexander. The first is he is no longer allowed to chew on us. Between the cab surprise and two other incidents over the week (one involving my shoulder and the other Goran's bleeding finger), chewing on the parents is no longer going to be an allowed behavior. The second change, is that Alexander now needs to have his teeth brushed.

The following photos detail his introduction to his new toothbrush. He, for some reason, determined that under the dining room table was the best place to try it out, which of course meant that if I wanted to document the event, I had to crawl on under there too. So be it.