I got a text from the Bald One yesterday midday saying “Happy 4 month birthday, Buddy Roo. Looks like you gave yourself your first tooth.” Now that drool has a purpose instead of just soaking clothes.
Unfortunately that means we are now into cranky whiny baby boy as we wait for the second tooth to break out. This means we are full drool and demanding something to chew at all times. Fingers work, but then you’re stuck. Hopefully soon he gets the
chew teething toy thing soon, before I end up with holes in my knuckle.