Yesterday was a really rough day. You were fussy all day long (which is really not like you at all) and you just seemed unhappy. It was hard for me to see you like that, becasue you're not the kind of baby who just yells for no reason, so I figured that you must not be feeling well.
This morning when I walked in to get you up for the day, something dawned on me. You're old enough to be getting teeth! So, I put my finger on your mouth (which you gladly chomped on right away) and sure enough there was a little spike of a tooth coming up in the middle of your bottom teeth!
Tonight, we all went to Lowe's (a home improvement store) together. I handed you my keyes (becasue you love chewing on my rope key chain) and you started chewing on it... i pulled it out for a second to show your dad where your tooth was coming in... and you know what? I saw another tooth coming in, right next to the one I felt this morning!
Every 2 minutes the rest of the way through Lowe's your dad was so patient and sweet to me, becasue I kept saying:
"He's getting so big!"
"He's not allowed to grow up this fast!"
"Can you believe that he has two teeth already? I can't believe he has two teeth already!"
"This is too fast... he can't be this old yet!"
"My baby is getting so big! I can't believe he has teeth!"
I'm just pretty sure that I never told you that you were allowed to grow up so fast... so you better slow down! Today your growing teeth... and tomorrow you'll be leaving for college. Don't make me ground you.
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