Frustrating Sunday...

Dear Nicky,

You're teething. It's been a long time coming, and we're delighted it's finally here. Unfortunately it's wreaking havoc with your appetite, and in the morning you barely want to eat a thing. Myself being the child of European immigrants, I can't help but equate eating well with doing well in general, and the opposite is true also: not eating a lot means something is terribly wrong. I don't actually think this way in my head, but that's what it feels like in my heart. You ate sparingly throughout the day, till your evening meal and bottle, which I will admit, you did well with. Everybody says, Teething comes in the door, appetite goes out the window. So I guess we'll just have to be patient and let this situation work itself out. Still, it's very frustrating for me as a father to try to feed my boy the food he needs even though he doesn't want it. In other news, Mom went to a friend's baby shower this afternoon. It was just okay, I guess. She said the dessert tasted like fish. Sounds pretty gross. But she stopped by Target on the way home and got you a shirt-type thing, and some of that crazy-good peppermint candy called Choxie. We had a lot of laughs rolling around together too, so it's not like you're a total monster or anything.

Love,
Dad