bean’s gummy smile will soon be relegated to photographs. His first tooth (the top left central incisor) is cutting its way through. He’s been a champ throughout the process, only waking at night with a bit of pain and fussiness. Other than this he’s returned to his happy-go-lucky self and thrilled is too weak a verb for my disposition.
He’s growing so fast and changing so much. It’s been 45 weeks since he arrived on the scene (and 86 since he was conceived.) I used to count the days, then the weeks, now the months. Soon, the years.