A Barack-aid of Teeth

Josh and I stayed awake on the night of the 4th/morning of the 5th of November - me to watch Barack Obama elected President of the USA, Joshua to come to grips with his rapidly emerging teeth. The first two (bottom centre) are out and getting a lot of exposure to mom's soft tissue (as this blog is read by families with small children, I'll say no more), dad's finger(s) (that dad would repeatedly offer fingers now bruised and tender is a sign of what I hope will grow into Agape love) and various bits of his own lip, corners of baby grows and other gob-friendly items.

The night was quite a good one for the two of us - his pain was short-lived (yes the Panado syrup did the trick, thanks mom) and I managed to sleep through states 5 to 49 and woke up to find that history was all but made despite not having enough oil in my lamp (no that’s not some subtle Viagra related statement, read Matthew 25). I didn’t feel that I had betrayed Barack by falling asleep – but I did stumble into bed in such a way that I “accidentally” woke Tracey to tell her that history was being made. She mumbled that waking her to tell her something rather for asking for something was history indeed and promptly went back to sleep. Still not sure I understand.

I tried to explain the significance of the new president to Josh but I think he was one step ahead of me. I pointed to a picture of Obama, which was on the same page as a cartoon of Jacob Zoomer (having jetted in to the Sates and then straight back out again with very little said or done); Joshua looked at the page, gave an almighty kick – hitting Zoomer in the part of the cartoon covered with a grass skirt and then fell forward to land a great big toothy kiss on the head of the new leader of the Free World. Ah the inner-sense of youth.