The Wee One is currently cutting his 7th tooth (yes! 7th!) on the bottom left side. It’s coming in slowly just like its previous buddies but it seems like bottom teeth don’t hurt as much as top teeth being that he hasn’t been super fussy lately.
This photo is a few weeks old from before number 7 started to peek its way through. It’s a good close-up shot of all his pearly whites. Please excuse the awkward angle.
So I’ve known we should start brushing The Wee One’s teeth for a while now (since the first two came in around 5 months) but The Scottish and I have not been in any rush to begin.
I suppose you could call it laziness, since we had both toothpaste and a baby toothbrush lying around. I call it child-led-life-milestone-parenting. JUST KIDDING, I call it laziness too, haha!
Seriously though, I have been surprisingly chill when it comes to starting new stuff with The Wee One because it seems so silly to rush our sweet baby into toddler hood when time already seems to be flying by this first year. Sure, I get incredibly excited when we reach new milestones (sitting up, rolling over, eating, giggling, chatting) and I’m starting to get anxious about the crawling because I know he is SO ready to be able to move, but I don’t feel the need to force him into anything.
His teeth, however, have decided to lead the charge! Of course we documented his first time brushing… and I’m glad we did, he looks so cute.
Still not quite ready to do it himself… haha!
Switching gears, I want to say thank you to all of you who reached out with kind words in response to this blog post. It means a lot. 🙂
We’re actually in Chicago for a long weekend visiting many of our friends and my nanny family so I won’t be back on DH until middle of next week. It’s going to be a big trip for The Wee One in that it will be jam-packed busy, lots of driving, little room for napping, and lots of new faces to meet! We are all VERY excited to go back to our home away from home.
And in case you’re wondering, I’m actually doing really well with my packing/travel anxiety. My goal is to prove to The Scottish that I can avoid becoming a huge ball of stress before every trip we take, thus I’m getting packed in small doses, remembering it’s OK to forget things, and attempting to not worry about how all of our plans will play out. What happens, happens. Right? (Drama happens.)
I hope you all have a great weekend!!