The Boisvert Life

We have a tooth! I repeat…….we - have - a - tooth!

Dear God has it been a long week! Lindsay has been so fussy and clingy these past few days, and now I know why! I have been feeling her gums all week thinking, “Oh, she just must be teething”, and I’ve felt nothing new. I felt again this morning when she woke up grumpy, which isn’t like her at all, and as usual….nothing.

We went to our first Mommy-And-Me class this afternoon, which was a lot of fun, but near the end of the two hour class, Lindsay started crying. Not just whining, but full on crying, like someone was twisting her arm or something. She started pulling on her lower jaw, so I once again, for old time’s sake, stuck my finger in her mouth. Lo and behold! A tooth!

Ok, so not a full-on “leave it under your pillow and get a buck” kind of tooth, but definitely the makings of one! It is the sharpest little point you’ve ever felt within the soft squishiness of the human mouth! It’s her bottom right/middle tooth if that makes any sense at all.

I watched her in the baby mirror the whole way home this evening (except for the few moments I put my eyes back on the road for safety’s sake) and she was having a ball exploring this new invader in her mouth. She looked like she was repeatedly trying to push it out with her tongue, and when she’d catch me watching her and teasing her, she’d stop doing it, and just smile sheepishly! It cracked me up!

The munchkin is now a grumpy, drooly mess, guaranteed to soak your carpets as she perfects her “turbo-crawl”, and to leave snail trails all over your tables and chairs as she practices pulling up to standing so as to reach the much higher up and obviously tastier furniture.

So now my little pirana is just that. Nipples everywhere are shrieking in horror.