“Adam and Eve had many advantages...

...but the principle one was that they escaped teething” – Mark Twain.

My little man is the proud owner of four teeth – two on the bottom which came through a few months ago and, as of last week, two top teeth. 

To throw me a little bit off track, although the top two teeth cut at exactly the same time just like his bottom too did, they aren’t next to each other.  To be all technical we appear to have the central incisor on the left and the lateral incisor on the right.  Either that or he is going to be in need of some serious dental assistance.

There is no denying that I’ve been eagerly looking out for these teeth for some time now.  A couple of weeks ago Alby’s mouth was clearly bothering him and he was being a very cuddly, mum-focused baby because of it.  Aided by Nelson’s Teetha, frozen grapes and frozen peas we made it through the rough patch, though every day I would eagerly check his mouth expecting five teeth to have grown over night, only to be bitterly disappointed. 

Alby pleased as punch about his two new teeth

I should have known Alby better.  As with the last two, the actual cutting of the teeth seems to be no bother at all.  In fact, so unnoticeable was it that I didn’t even think one was a tooth – I’ve been mistaking it for several days now thinking it is one of the “white spots” you hear people talk about.

It baffles me slightly how the emergence of new teeth causes me to swell so much with pride.  There is nothing surprising or special about babies getting teeth, but in this world where every day reveals a new development and a new skill, teething seems to have squeezed itself onto the list of things to be delighted by.  Another little moment which gives you reason to pause, smile and have a cuddle!