you guys. It happened.
Over the weekend, little boy cut his first tooth. I realized it Sunday night at community group and almost had a total meltdown right then and there. He's been so cranky this weekend, but I didn't even consider teething.
You see, I'm head over heels obsessed with that gummy smile. It's in the top 5 of my favorite things about having a baby. It melts my heart every time and makes my ovaries do flips. No. joke.
I held myself together, but once we got home, the waterworks happened. I'm so not ready for this little boy to grow up. So. not. ready. His tooth hasn't even shown it's little white self yet, but I'm already grieving the loss of that gummy smile. You mommas out there know what I'm talking about.
Next thing I know, this kid will be getting his first car. Shoot me in the foot.
I told husband that I'm going to be taking nine million more pictures of that gummy smile (he said how is that any different from what you do already... sheesh) while I still can. Thus explains those horrible lighting, blurry, fuzzy iphone pics above. I don't even care. I love each and every one.
So far, sliced apples, carrots, warm baths, finn window watching, and cold rags are getting us through. Tylenol is given every now and then when he is super fussy. Moms out there... tips or tricks to get him through?
I'm off to Google how to keep a baby a baby forever. Surely someone out there has figured it out.
