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Friday, July 13

Hey, Fangs, Come Out, Come Out, Wherever You Are

It's been over a month now since O has been showing signs of getting his fangs in, but no actual fangs to speak of yet.  I say fangs instead of the real term, because the real term is canine teeth and canines are cool.  Fangs are not.  So it was that, or vampire teeth. 

Anyway, it's been over a month of slight-maybe-he-has-a-little-fever-I-don't-know-though-maybe-let's-check-again.  And a month of chubby little fingers in the mouth and me frantically trying to figure out where I stashed Sophie.  Worst of all, the poor kid is back to wearing his amber teething necklace  looking like Johnny Tsunami. 

This guy understands: 


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