Saturday, September 22, 2007


It has happened three times now, so you think I would expect it, but apparently all children get teeth. My favourite thing about babies? Pink, soft, gummy smiles. One of the saddest days in my motherhood experience has been the first peek of those fat, chunky white teeth that change a baby's familiar little grin into something resembling borrowed, ill-fitting dentures. Then I get used to them and I move on.

Lukey has some new teeth. I guess you saw that coming. They're cute. But they make me sad. Luckily, Luke has a good sense of humour, because he has his two bottom teeth, plus the two fangs on either side of the front teeth. Oh, and the hint of a front tooth. But just the one. Because symmetry is boring.

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