Tooth

We've got a tooth!
There's a sharp one poking through the baby's lower front gum. And he's been fussy enough to prove it. Fortunately, last night he slept for a good chunk of the night. The three nights before that were rough.

The cooler weather might have helped, too, because he didn't have to listen to a blasting a/c unit all night. We just left his window open and a small fan on. With his onesie pajamas and sleep sack, he was comfortable.

But there's not enough tooth to take a photo yet, and Luke barely lets me get my finger in there to feel its progress. (He lets me know his disapproval by pursing his lips so tight I can't get a finger in, shaking his head from side to side and grunting.)

So it'll be a little while before we have a toothy grin, but hopefully he won't hurt so bad for a few days (weeks? months?) until the next one.