Peter has been acting odd all day. We think it's relating to teething pain. He's got the 2 pickets sticking up from the front of his lower jaw, and the four new choppers descending from his upper jaw. But we think he might have two more bottom teeth coming in to even things out. Which is good for developmental purposes, but he's just been a mess all day. Happy one minute, whiny the next, then more clingy than a baby koala. Chatty, then quiet. Perky, then passed out. Such is the life of a nine month old, I suppose.
Mommy and I took Peter to the children's museum for a little while yesterday, and for the first time he met his match. Previously when he went there he was the big boy amongst older yet not much bigger kids. Yesterday, however, Peter met Hugo. Hugo was not from around these here parts, he was actually from Spain, or more specifically, Majorca, but his papa got transferred to the great city of Muhwocky for several months this winter (Hellllllllllllo snowstorms!), and his family was living just a few blocks from the museum. Peter's mom and Hugo's mom had a nice cross-cultural chat while Peter and Hugo did their things. The thing is, Hugo (pronounced oo-go) was maybe a week older than Peter, but obviously heavier and stronger. He actually climbed up a padded play area to sit on a window ledge (a big ledge, in case you were wondering). So Ugo... I mean Hugo, was about the same height, but chubbier and apparently stronger. But he only had one tooth. To show his superiority Peter bit him in the diaper. Ok, that's a lie. Hugo also had longer hair. But when it comes to Peter's physique one must remember that there's only one way to describe it: "Ripped." Yes, Peter ain't got much fat on him. So maaaaaaaybe Hugo could climb up to window ledge, sure. BUT, if we were to oil Peter up and give him something to prop himself up on stage he could easily win Mr. Baby Olympia. And isn't that cooler?
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