After many months of diligently taste testing each of his fingers, several combinations of fingers, his entire hands, and even both hands at once, Fraser has finally located his thumb! Well, sort of. He doesn't seem to have found it again since this shot was taken. But anyway...

Yesterday I called my parents to find out when I cut my first tooth in an attempt to determine whether Fraser is teething or just turning into a real cranklepuss. As my father pulled out my baby book and started to read through all the "firsts" my parents kept track of for me I realized that my deepest suspicions were confirmed and I am indeed a horrible mother. I have thus far kept track of nothing for Fraser (sometimes I have trouble remembering his brithday). The only way I know when any event in his young life took place is if we happened to take a digital picture of it and then only because our camera software automatically creates dated folders when you download pictures off it, conveniently sorting them according to when the picture was taken. So, in the interest of allowing Britney Spears to edge me out in the "unfit parent of the year" awards I hearby resolve to do a better job of keeping track of Fraser's firsts.

So, here we go:

• October 12, 2006 - First time Fraser ripped a fist full of Mr. Darcey's fur out and shoved it directly into his mouth
• October 13, 2006 - First time Fraser lost his tiny little mind in Hallmark as his mother tried to buy thank you notes.