Just stay away from my Girls with that thing

There is something so satisfying and calming about parenting a second baby. When Jacob was refusing his food and not sleeping and shooting his awful Fuss-Ray in all directions, what was my first thought? Not cancer or food allergies or Imminent Baby Death Syndrome like I would have suggested when Isaac was doing the same. No sir. This time, I knew Jakey was teething. That was two weeks ago.

This week, his lower front gums erupted in gigantic, prominent mounds where his incisors should be. Last night was the worst night yet, with him waking up at least once an hour from 9 until 1. But this afternoon, as we awoke from a nap together, a happy, chirpy Jacob took hold of my finger and guided it into his mouth to chew on it with a wee, ridged edge that upon examination turned out to be his brand new lower right incisor.

My darling 6-month-old baby cut his first tooth. Unfortunately, its neighbor still looks to be arriving any second now, so I'm not getting my hopes up for a sleep improvement just yet. But milestones, people! How they tick on.