Five years ago today Lorelei got her first tooth.
This morning I looked in Rowan’s mouth and… tooth.
New year, new teeth. Makes sense. I love weird coincidences like this – it feels all symmetrical and like things are right with the world.
I’m also scared, because Rowan is still in a clamp down, shake his head like a dog, and smile phase. And baby teeth are sharp.
It is nice to have something to blame the last few whiny nights on. I should probably go buy some teething rings, huh?
Update: make that two teeth.
Unrelated, but I realized I left some things out of my last post about sleep. So I’m going to go edit that for accuracy.