Teething

With all the drooling. . .

. . . all the fussiness from a baby who’s never fussy. . .

. . . the way she’s been gnawing on her fingers–my fingers!–her burp cloth, her toys. . .

. . . and “comfort” feeding. . .

It should have been obvious what was coming!

On Monday, Carissa’s first tooth came in, just a few days before she turned five months old.

She’s working on another one. (Today was an especially fussy day.)

I wish I had a picture of the tooth. . . but for now, this will have to do:

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