This weekend my baby got two teeth, the bottom ones. Yup, a sharp little line of teeth broke through – may the rest of them be as relatively fuss-free as these. And he’s barely 5 months old, too, but I apparently got both upper and lower teeth in a span of days shortly after 6 months, so I suppose it runs in the family. Matt and I are both hoping he gets his Daddy’s teeth though so we don’t have to visit the dentist very often…
I couldn’t keep his mouth open long enough to take a picture, and they’re not this big yet, but won’t he be adorable??
This image does put the fear of biting into me though… eep!