I guess I’ve taken teeth for granted. I don’t remember the pain, angst, sleeplessness, loss of appetite, grumpiness and the fact that getting your first teeth just generally sucks…
I was feeding Drew green beans this afternoon. As the spoon scraped against her upper gum I felt a little scrape, the scrape of a tiny little tooth bud coming in. I was so excited for her! I wanted to run out and get a Sugar Daddy or a cob of corn for her to really showcase the power of her new tooth. And yet, I just finished off the beans.
This new tooth also explains the relentless gnawing of her pacifier, her inordinate amount of slobber and I’m hoping that it is also the explanation for the moodiness. Because that means she’ll just be a happy baby from now on, right???
So that means that the next time Drew and I go out to blow bubbles I might actually get a photo of her smiling, instead of the permanent grimace that she’s been wearing as that tooth worked its way out.
Meanwhile, Drew will continue inspecting everyone’s teeth. Including her gloworm…
Sending love and healthy teeth