Teeth.

The Boy now has two teeth. Just like so many other parts of this Parenthood journey, the teeth seem to have both taken forever to poke through, and arrived in the blink of an eye. How does that happen? Is this what Einstein was trying to explain with his theory?

I absolutely know I'm jinxing things, but I must say that the Boy handled these first two teeth really well. He's definitely been a bit uncomfortable, but nothing like these horror stories you hear about non-stop screaming and being awake all night long.  He has been waking a bit more at night, but so far he just goes back to sleep after a little reassurance - or sometimes even on his own before we get to his room. He's such a little trooper.

There are currently no photos of said teeth, so you'll just have to take my word for it. And when the Boy stops trying to eat my finger as soon as it approaches his mouth, I'll try to snap a quick photo for posterity. Until then, you'll just have to imagine two razor-sharp little teeth poking out of his bottom gum line. Yes, I'm sill breastfeeding; and yes, I'm afraid. Very afraid.