Sam cut his first tooth! He was going to town on my thumb, drool oozing everywhere, gumming it thoroughly. After awhile it occurred to me that he had a little, sharp nubbin he was working on. Poor guy! That explains why he woke up screaming twice today. I gave him some tylenol when he was too tuckered out to chew on my finger or the squishy teether I dug out of storage. He bit me twice during his bedtime feeding. I’m not thrilled about that. Even so, yay Sam! Growing up so fast.
To save you the trouble of searching my archives, I’ll make the comparison. Jack was born in May and got his first tooth in the first week of January. Sam was born in September and got his first tooth in the first week of February. I’m constantly amazed at how similar and how different these two can be!