I was changing a "dirty", when I noticed him being exceptionally fussy for a normal diaper change. He had even reached for his burp cloth, clenching it in his gums like he was uncomfortable. So, after cleaning my hands--of course, I reached in and ta-da! There was the jagged end of his first tooth. His bottom front-left, to be exact. I immediately called Keith, followed by both grandmothers.
From the way I'm acting, you would think he's the only child to have ever cut a tooth. Keith's so laid back about it saying, "oh, really?!" when I called. I, on the other hand, am asking myself, "I wonder if we should have a party?" Just shows our Type B & Type A personalities, respectively. :)
