We celebrated Ryan's 30th birthday Kansas style, and on Friday's drive up Aiden was chewing on my fingers (putting all things he sees in his mouth has yet to become a favorite past time). That's when I felt one little baby tooth. The next day my sis-in-law commented that it felt like both of them were coming in. To which I responded, 'no it's just the bottom right,' and stuck my finger in Aiden's mouth....and then followed up with, 'it IS both of them! that second one showed up over night!' Turns out it's not uncommon for them to come in pairs, and I just had no idea.
We had a bit of a fuss bucket on our hands but nothing really bad. What we really had was a drool bucket. I think I've called him that before, but that term was uncalled for then. I didn't truly understand 'drool bucket' until I saw pools of saliva sitting on top of A's bib. Yup, so much drool the bib couldn't even handle it. Since I'm the kid's mother I can say it....it was disgusting. But that's part of this mom gig....loving the kiddo despite his messes.
So to the loves in my life - happy teething and happy 30th! (they'll know which line is meant for them)
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