Yesterday was a momentous day. At just over 4 months old, our little guy cut his first tooth. He's so good natured, though, that we didn't even suspect it. We just figured that something I had eaten earlier didn't agree with him. Wrong-o, sports fans. That mild fussiness and upset belly were because of the tooth. When you consider that getting teeth in is sort of a series of compound fractures (bony protuberances through skin, right?) it's even more amazing that he's not completely losing it. If roles were reversed, I doubt I'd be as easy going. Of course, the fact that we're dosing him heavily with these natural teething tablets probably doesn't hurt.

Speaking of losing it, I can't wait for this to enter into our breastfeeding routine. (Smell that? That's sarcasm.) Even before teeth, Bean was doing the suck-chomp-yank thing on my nipples, so I can only imagine how much fun that will be with sharp baby teeth in the mix. I think I'm going to begin with this bit of advice from Dr. Sears: "As soon as you feel him begin to bite, draw him in very close to your breast, covering his nose in the process, so that he'll have to stop biting to be able to open his mouth and breathe."

Spare the bod, smother the child - isn't that how the saying goes?

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