He has had THE runniest nose for the past few days. I was sure it was a cold. Monday it ran like a faucet. Non-stop. And we all know how much babies LOOOVE having their noses wiped. Yup. It was a challenge.
I picked him up from Miss Michele's house yesterday and got him home. His nose had stopped running. We got home and started playing. One of M.D.'s favorite things to do when we are reunited after a long days' work/play is to give me kisses....big sloppy kisses. He grabs my face with both of his hands and pulls it towards his face. He then directs his mouth either to my cheek (preferable) or my nose (not as preferable...). He gives the best kisses. So we got home and M.D. started giving me his big kisses and suddenly, midway through a big sloppy kiss on the nose, I felt something....OUCH! It felt like a little grain of sand was stuck in his mouth. I pulled him away and pulled down his lower lip. Sure as shit...there's a tooth poking out. Unreal. I mean...real...it really happened, and I'm not stupid..I know baby teeth do start appearing around 6 months. But WOW. I couldn't believe it. He's only been teething for what seems like 100 years. Finally a tooth.
I now understand those Hallmark commercials where moms are putting their kids on the bus for the first day of school. They look so proud, but so sad at the same time. I wonder how they direct those actresses to look. Okay, look happy...but look really sad too. But I get it now. I was so excited for him. His first tooth! And at the same time I was so sad...just another sign that my baby boy is growing up. He will never again have that gummy little smile we've known and loved for the past 6 months. Now he will have little bunny teeth (just in time for easter) poking out the bottom (and soon top) of his mouth.
How did we go from here to there so quickly?