Monday, March 17, 2008

The tooth is out there


St. Patrick's Day really was my lucky day. Take a good look at my adorable gummy smile, because it might be the last you see of it. At long last, I finally got my first tooth! Dad discovered it this morning, when—after noticing that I had been gnawing on my fingers all weekend (for the first time in months)—he put 2 and 2 together and checked my mouth. There it was: a little bud of a bottom front tooth. No wonder I had been keeping Dad up last night!

Mom, Dad and I have been awaiting my first tooth for a good six months now, so we're all excited that it's finally arrived. I'm sure the next ones won't be too far behind.