Nothing but the Tooth

On June 28, 2005 at about 1:15pm, Jeremy sprouted his first tooth. A lower left incisor. The razor thin ridge cut through the gums with laser precision. We had been "sure" that he would sprout dentures any day, for, oh, at least four or five weeks now. The drool. Oh the drool. And how he chewed on anything. His shoe. Mommy's shoe. Mama's arms. Concrete patios. But finally, it was gnawing on his Nanny's nose that served him well, and there, out it popped, unmistakeably, enamel!

Ironically, the night before he had slept through the night for the first time in maybe a century. It's exhausting, growing teeth.

But he is now officially toothed. And will no longer be able to suck with abandon on Mama's chin. No more hickeys there. Nosiree Bob!