Rory is 8 months old today and the other night we noticed his first tooth popping through. Immediately, I threw a steak in front of him and was all, “have at it you carnivore”.
I’ll miss his toothless grin, but he showed no signs of teething; in fact, I was a bit surprised to hear the spoon clink against his tooth while I fed him. He hasn’t been the slightest bit fussy or restless during the night.
Hopefully, the trend continues because Cardin was beyond restless while teething. After many, MANY unsuccessful attempts to get her to go back to sleep we finally just threw in the towel and would let her roam the living room while we took turns napping during the wee hours of the morning. Listen lady, those are days that I do not wish to repeat.