Max was really cranky this past weekend. Wrapped up a cranky, sleepless week with a cranky sleepless weekend. Not a lot got done...well, fine, we tackled our taxes and a three-and-a-half-year-old stack of photos, but there wasn't a lot of getting out of pyjamas. Finally, on Monday, Holly figured out why. It seems that Max has a little blister on his lower gums that looks suspiciously like the future site of tooth #1. And when he sucks on fingers now, there's the slightest impression of hard-surface-on-fingernail contact... The crankiness. The screaming wake-ups. The ear pulling. The three months of chewing on stuff and drooling. I think we can cancel that call to Columbo.
Max has really gone to town chewing on stuff the past couple of days, but he mostly enjoys frozen washcloths and doorstops. His baby spoons are getting a real workout too. I'm hoping that his teething process goes quickly and painlessly. Somehow, I feel that Holly (justifiably) only wishes for one of these two things.
In any case, we'll keep you posted and will no doubt be snapping pictures of the first physical evidence.
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