Baby Teeth

Once again, apologies for my slacker ways. This past week has been off-kilter for reasons I can't put my finger on, and as a result my early morning Momma time was inconsistent at best. I seemed to lose my recently celebrated energy, and complained about it all week, which certainly didn't make anything better. Anyway, it is a beautiful mild day today, and Eli and I have managed to accomplish all our little chores early enough to enjoy some true down time for the rest of the day. Our windows are open, there is soup bubbling in the slow cooker, and Eli is enjoying a rare session of video game play. So now I write.

The topic of this blog actually was a hot topic last Saturday. As I mentioned in my 5 month update of Will's progress, we were experiencing teething. Well, after his morning nursing, I decided to check, and to my amazement there was not one, but two teeth coming through his bottom gum! The funny thing is that neither of the teeth were the one I thought was going to come in first. That lump remains just a lump for now, though it could come through at any moment. Aside from one day the previous week when he was clearly out of sorts, we had observed none of the behaviors I had been waiting for with dread. He didn't seem to be in any noticeable pain, he didn't run a fever, or reject his food, or drool any more than usual. As he has handled most unpleasant experiences in his life so far, he took this with ease. Bless his father's easy-going heart for contributing such a steady personality to our little guy.

I have to be honest though, this new development more than any other really emphasized how quickly our baby is becoming a little boy. Don't get me wrong, he still has many baby days in front of him, but as I have commented here before, it truly moves faster than I ever realized. I admit a shed a quick tear or two (mother hormones are way stronger even than my already sensitive pre-mommy hormones) about the situation, and realized that in a scant 6 months he is going to become an entirely different little guy. Walking and talking some and eating new foods and getting into all kinds of trouble. The first few weeks of his life I remember thinking in times of complete exhaustion and new parent worry that I couldn't wait until he was just a little bit older. Now I wish I had more time with him as a little baby.