My what big teeth you have . . .

Guster has been back off the sleeping bandwagon, as he has been battling a bit of a cold that has given him a cough and congestion of a pack-a-day smoker. But there may be another reason that the little man is having trouble sleeping -- in fact, there may be two reasons. Little and white, and razor sharp -- yep, Gus is getting his first teeth. Emily was the first to feel their sting -- or at least the first to be able to tell about it. I'm afraid that Gus' two elephant friends on his bouncy chair have been feeling them for a bit (pun, sadly, intended).

The arrival of teeth has coincided with another big event for the G-Unit. Last night we gave Gus his first non-rice cereal food. It was sweet potatoes, and the little man LOVED them. We had read that babies sometimes only eat a few bites on their first dip into the new and exciting world of flavors in a jar, but Gus dove right in -- nearly finishing an entire jar in his first sitting. At one point we thought he was done, but he hollered, so I fed him a few more spoonfulls. Unsatisfied at how slowly I reloaded the spoon, Gus grabbed the spoon and jar himself and pulled both towards his hungry mouth. This kid can eat.

Gus also took another trip to the Mill City farmer's market this weekend, and came home with his first pumpkin. As Halloween approaches, we're still trying to nail down a costume for Guster. Any suggestions?

What you all come for is below:

Guster and Dad
Puffing out those chipmunk cheeks
Mom, Dad, and two pumpkins
An armful
You have a little something . . . just above your lip . . . on your cheek, you almost got it . . .