Jack is something of a... chomper. He chomps. I have been so grateful that he's a little gummy newborn with no sharp ivories poking out of his precious drooly mouth.
Due to this bitey pastime of his, I felt confident that karma would smile down on me and he would be a late bloomer in the masticatory department. I was sure the average tooth growing age of six months wouldn't even be in the question.
Instead of smiling karma, I got Murphy.
Jack is not quite three-and-a-half months of age and he is on the cusp of cutting his first teeth. You can even see them. And feel them. They're are coming.
Ah, well. And I had such high hopes that his daily soaking of the front of his onesies was just because he... well I don't know what I hoped, just not this.
|Jack chews on his hands cause he hasn't figured out how to get a teething ring into his mouth every time. Also he doesn't have any teething rings.|