My mouth had been feeling really weird lately. Especially on the bottom front. It was kinda bumpy and sore for a while, so I thought I was getting some canker sore or something - especially when it turned white. But then it hit me...
I got a tooth. Then a couple days later, I got another one. Front and center, baby, right on the bottom row.
I am so pumped I can hardly stand it. I mean, I have been waiting for some of those bad boys for a while. Mommy and Daddy both have some, and they use theirs for eating all kinds of things. And now that I have one, I'm thinking formula and rice cereal might not be the only meal out there. I've heard great things about Taco Bell.
Only problem is that now my thumb is getting all these red marks on it. I'm sucking it the same way I always do... doesn't make much sense to me.
In other news, I met somebody today. His name is Jackson and he is four months old. I thought I was the only baby in Omaha before that, so it makes me happy to know I am not alone. Just like me, he was with his Daddy at that room with all those funny machines. You know how you can pump your legs up and down when you are on the floor? Well, apparently Daddy uses a machine to do that for like 30 minutes. I just lay on the floor and watch (and meet boys).
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