Tooth-es, Says Amelia

Henry is eight months old. In about a week, he'll be nine months old. On Monday, he popped out his first tooth - YAY!!

I say YAY!! because for days before that, he was so miserable and whiny and clingy and awake and not-fun-to-be-around that I had decided to go back to a breast milk only diet for fear something he was eating must be to blame. I've just never had a colicky kid before, and while Henry is my most needy baby anyway, this was insane. He didn't nap at all for three days, and he was up every couple of hours at night. And then when he was awake, he pretty much screamed unless someone sat down and held him. And even then he wasn't very cheerful. So, YAY!! for a tooth to blame!

So, that's the big newsflash in Henry's life.

Meanwhile, Sophia is still checking desperately for her first loose tooth - constantly. That's all I've been hearing about school lately - who lost a tooth, what they were doing when they lost their tooth, how cool it looks now that they're missing a tooth, what the tooth fairy brought them, etc. Apparently, this is what Kindergarten is really all about. Tooth-es.