Sh*t, I can't come up with a clever tooth title that works... whatever, here's the scoop-
Gus, his first tooth came in on April 3rd. Gus was an easy going kind of tooth; he didn't really give us any trouble. Felix, tooth #2 came through just 3 days later. Being the younger tooth, Felix was a bit more needy but nothing a teething ring couldn't handle. Now Ethel, she was a sneaky little thing. We had no idea she was coming and then, BAM, May 25th she standing at the door with her luggage asking, "Hey folks, where's my room?" So sneaky and polite, we welcomed her in and celebrated her presence... up until the day that she and Gus teamed up to bite the ever living whooodiddy out of my finger. Lesson learned, Ethel. You don't play. Got it. And now we have Fred. Oh Fred. Fred reminds me of the time that the crazy witch lady from down the street busted into our house because her dogs had gotten off the leash. Apparently the only way to get them back on the leash was to bring them into our living room. Oh yeah, she's a crazy one and she got us all fired up and she stepped on my toe with her stiletto!! (Ok, so she's older than dirt so it was probably a very supportive wide rubber heel but whatever, it hurt.) Wow, ADD anyone?? My point about Fred and the crazy witch lady is... I forget. Whatever. Fred was a brute - he gave Cole baby some serious trouble. He ran a fever, was super fussy, couldn't sleep, didn't really eat, just not a very nice entrance. Oh yeah, that was my point with the crazy witch lady!!! Rude entrances. Anywho - Fred finally broke through on June 23rd and Cole threw a welcome party for all 4 of them by biting the ever living whooodiddy out of his own tongue. Poor guy.
So there's the story of {insert clever/cute title here}. I hope you enjoyed it.
OH! Gus and Felix are the 2 middle bottom teeth. Fred and Ethel are the two top middle teeth! I'll post pictures tomorrow.
Love to all,
