Next Thing You Know We'll Be Buying A Training Bra
Dear Nora,
Your first tooth broke the swollen surface of your gums on the 13th of September...I'm just now getting around to post about it because...well...we've been busy. I know it's no excuse, but really...you don't even know what today's date is...all you know is that when you cry you get fed, changed, or played with.
Your Great-Grandma Crum discovered your tooth because you were biting on her finger. She says that you bit onto her finger...that she didn't put her dirty finger in your mouth. But I ask you this. Who's the adult?
You were a little crabby in the days leading up to your big breakthrough, but nothing too awful. Nothing like the horror stories I've heard from other moms. You still slept through the night. You still ate fine. You were a little congested and grouchy. Not bad at all. Of course, I realize that this means that I'm in for it somewhere...somehow...further down the road. I think with your Daddy's patience we'll make it through!
You've been making some pretty funny faces since this new toothy development. It must feel strange to have something sharp and hard to run your tongue over...I can tell because you do it all the time. Sometimes you suck in your bottom lip as if you're trying to figure out exactly what is going on in your mouth. You're also starting to discover that if you bite down on your spoon it gets stuck. You seem to think this is funny. It's okay...I think you're pretty silly, too!
Congratulations on the tooth, Baby Girl! Now slow down with all this growing up business. You've got time. I've got time.
Love,
Mommy