Portland, we have upper teeth

Henry's two front teeth have finally pushed through, which means more teething fun for me. Ugh. We spent another day close to home base because Henry was not up for partying on the road. He took a nice long nap, we went for a hike, we played on the floor, and we suffered through the occasional bout of fussiness. At one point, Henry crawled his little self into the bathroom and discovered the roll of toilet paper.