…babies aren’t born with all their teeth already?!
I mean seriously– there is nothing in motherhood (thus far) as challenging as keeping Bug happy as white pieces of hard bone cut through her poor gums.
She has a new eye tooth up top breaking through, but the three spaces beside it also look suspiciously white and owie. Four. Teeth. At. One. Time. Holy Moley!!!
Of course, it’s the week Hubby’s out of the country. Luckily we’re crashing at Grammy and Grampy’s house for the week and hanging out with the aunties too– I’ve brought in the reserves!