It's official. Henry has cut his first tooth (well, teeth now. The two bottom teeth have both come in) at a tender five months. Like Oscar, we didn't even know the tooth was coming in till it was here--not a lot of tell-tale fussiness or fevers. It's all downhill from here. Soon he'll be eating solids, crawling, talking, walking, dating and driving. And we'll muse, like all parents, where the time has gone. But today, he's still my baby, even if he does have two teeth.
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