Another tooth popped through yesterday morning. That’s three teeth in a week, if anyone was counting. (Tommy didn’t have that many teeth until he was seventeen months old.)
Elizabeth is handling it like a champ, though the 4 am tylenol wakings are starting to get to me…
Yay, Lizzie!!! I think Sam might be getting his two year molars. It’s a little hard to say, but I think I feel something and he is giving me all the signs. Sigh.