August 14th-- Happily nom-ing away on toys, he switches ever so subtly to Momma's finger, which produces a small shriek of pain from the victim. Such a noise is vastly amusing and requires a couple gurgles of glee before attempting a repeat performance! Momma bravely allows a finger into his mouth again in a discovery attempt. The boy has a sharp object poking from the center of some swollen gums. FINALLY! The wave of relief rolling off of Momma was immediate. We had confirmed our hopeful explanation of the near constant IBS (Irritable Baby Syndrome) and the few really nasty butts in the past couple days.
We had been treating him to numerous cold chewies and some well placed fever meds here and there previously but hadn't felt the tooth before that. Sadly, the battle was not over.
Wyatt, already not to be outdone by a sister who has a full set of teeth to tauntingly utilize at every meal, decided to go for a twofer with his 'toofers'. He has two sharp little front (bottom) teeth partially revealed. The little tyrant gums won't let them go easily though. They are still a frequent cause of turmoil for the little man who chews on EVERYTHING. He is also convinced that after all this work, he is ready for any and every type of food that we consume. I'd be willing to expand his menu....if he didn't still choke on the Gerber puffs. Silly boy.
I still can't get a picture that displays any of the white lines that are eventually going to be two cute little daggers...er, teeth. Mr. Wyatt believes that if no item is going to make its way into his mouth, then his tongue needs to act as bait for any other moment of his waking hours.
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