October 28

I picked up Jack from Amanda’s house and, as always, he welcomed me with a smile then grabbed my finger and put it in his mouth. Only this time, instead of a gummy chomp, there was a small sharp sliver of tooth poking into my skin. Yep, we are cutting our first tooth. I say we, cause let’s be honest, we are all affected by this new development.

So, along with the motto of “everything is a teething toy”, we now are on a regimen of frozen washcloths and baby Bonjela (thanks Mom for bringing back the “jella” from England!). Here goes nothing.

crazy eyes, crazy tooth