My finger. While Dexter certainly helps me appreciate all the limbs and digits I have, I list my finger because I think we've determined the source of the sleepless nights: teething. Most certainly, teething. We've tried tablets that melt in your mouth, except he swallows them. The frozen teethers, except they're too cold. And then finally, entirely by chance my finger, as he grabbed it while I held him and popped it in his mouth. And he chewed and he chewed and he chewed. And he was happy and soothed. So my finger it is. Whatever will take his pain away I'm game. So happy to have found something that helps.
Beautiful portraits to adorn your home and help flood victims. A friend of ours is a top notch photographer who is selling his prints with all net profits going to UNICEF to assist the flood victims of Pakistan. Because everything we do for them helps, even though unfortunately it will never be enough.