Teeth!

It would be quite remiss of me not to give a post dedicated to the heightened emotions, disturbed sleep, tears and finger biting of recent days – all of which have resulted in the appearance of four new teeth, and likely another two to come.  We’ve now got the lateral incisors and a canine on the bottom and one canine on the top.  If his previous teething is anything to go by I’m expecting another two teeth in the next few weeks. They may have already appeared but with Alby resolutely refusing to show his mouth and gums off to me I’ve got no idea what’s really going on in there.  What I know is that he has chomped his way through an impressive amount of frozen grapes and apple juice lollipops in the past few days.

Stupidly, since around February, I had been after new teeth.  I’d been keenly looking in his mouth every week for the tell tale little grey lines of a cut tooth.  Each time he was a bit cranky or had a bit of a bad night’s sleep I hoped it his behaviour would be explained by some new dental development.

Now that we really have been through teething I realise how foolish I was to ever wish teething on me, Alby or anybody else in the world.  It is just nasty.  Thankfully baby Nurofen and Teetha have been at hand as the Beebe family’s new bestfriends helping to make a horrible situation tolerable.  That and Daddy with plenty of hugs to comfort a grumpy face.