Another post that's not really a post? Well maybe. But you're busy this time of year, too, right?
Following yesterday's post -- and trying to stay with the dentistry theme -- I'll share a little memory from the days back before autism when Oliver just seemed incredibly ahead of the curve.
Christmas morning, 2002. Switzerland. Oliver was four months old to the day. And that morning he looked up at me from the bed where he was nestled for the night and smiled. And there, front and center were two shiny new teeth.