A stay-at-home-dad offers thoughts on the joys and sorrows, and everything in between, of fatherhood.

Sunday, January 29, 2006

Here They Come

No one has actually begged me to stop writing about teething, but something tells me that my some of you kind readers wouldn’t be upset, let’s just say, if I were to mix up the subject matter a little. Bring down the from-the-trenches teething reportage to three out of four days, that sort of thing. Well, God knows I’d like to, but when my baby’s suffering it’s hard to convince myself that something else is more important.

The swelling on the brave princess’s top gums, it is perhaps worth noting, is suggestive of two rather large front teeth, big enough to look a lot like a couple of her uncle’s front teeth and, for that matter, her father’s. There is no way that the teeth beneath the gums are as big as they appear; they look like adult teeth. No matter what size they are, though, our fundamental idea of what she looks like will change forever when they appear.