Buster's fourth tooth finally broke through all the way on Friday, and we've had three good nights of sleep.  I'm so glad.  I was getting desperate.  My grandma always says the best way to get the teeth to break through is to rub the gums with your wedding ring.  I didn't go quite that far, but was rubbing the top of my fingernail over that tooth several times a day toward the end.  He's so much happier now.  We are all so much happier now.  I'm actually feeling rested enough to get this post up tonight.

One evening a couple weeks ago, Little H and I were driving home from the store.  I was singing "Mary had a Little Lamb" in order to keep her entertained.  She interrupted me half way through the 27th time I was singing it (thank goodness) and said:
"Mom, when I get to be an explorer like Dora, can I have a lamb?"
"I'm sure you can have whatever you want as an animal sidekick, but doesn't Dora have a monkey?"
"Well, I think I can handle all kinds of animals when I'm an explorer."
"Like what?"
"Like lambs, and monkeys, and giraffes, and crocodiles, and leprechauns..."
"Wait—did you say leprechauns?"
"Yeah, like the kind we saw when I went to the zoo with Daddy's grandma and grandpa when me and Daddy went to see them!"

So I'm not sure what kind of weird zoo / tiny prison George and Judith took Little H to when she went to visit last April, but I'm hoping we can find it again next time we visit.  I'm always up for a good leprechaun zoo.