Fear and Loathing In The Diaper Pail

We’ve got a tooth!

Lucas has been drooling since he was 10 weeks old. Copious, nasty amounts. When you hold him, all the sudden you feel something cold and wet on your arm and it’s spit. His shirts are always wet around the collar. Soooo gross. So I’ve been checking his gums all the time, especially when he’s inexplicably crabby (because he’s never crabby) and for weeks now there’s been these two, light colored rectangles juuuuuuust under the surface. Like just a few cells separating his teeth from freedom. And for the past week or so, he hasn’t been sleeping well. He’d wake up in the night and throughout naps just because his pacifier fell out. So you can imagine how fun it was to finally see a little patch of real, true white tooth on Monday night. Woo hoo! I felt it today, too. Teeth!

One down, 19 to go.