Spotted in my middle lower gum by my mother: one tooth, making its way to the surface! Months after my parents thought I’d started teething and just a few days after my maternal great grandmother joked that I might need baby dentures--my first tooth is on its way out. This may explain why I was feeling a little fussy this past weekend.
When I first started posting, I was a highly intelligent and exceptionally cute infant and the milestones were coming fast and furious.. These days, I'm a precocious nearly 5-year-old and my babybook blog has been retired to serve as a window to my early years..