On Sunday, I poked my finger into Wren’s mouth to retrieve a piece of shredded paper or cat fur or some other equally tasty item, and was shocked to discover a serrated little lump poking through her bottom gum. I looked at her.
“A tooth? You’re getting a tooth, and you didn’t think to mention it?”
“And babbling? You decided to babble today too?”
“Gmmmmmmmmaaaabbleg.” She grinned at me and stuck a finger in her mouth.
“Yes, a tooth, I saw.” I turned to Robin, who was frowning. “What about you, Mister Two-Teeth? Your sister’s catching up to you.”
I put my hand to his mouth and he bit down. And I felt a brand new top tooth worrying my index finger.
Nursing is about to really get fun.
Edited to add: Husband says that both of Robin’s top teeth are coming in! Oh joy.