They’re finally here! Fig has his first two teeth poking through. I immediately think of Sunny Baudelaire…

Generally, teething hasn’t been too bad. There have been a couple of nights when he’s been grouchy and holding his ear, and we’ve given him Calpol before bed, and one night when he woke screaming at about 4am and was inconsolable, but I think he’s (we’ve) been pretty lucky overall. It’s strange to think though that we’ll never have that gummy smile again. Soon his moof will be full of toofs, and he’ll look so much more grown up. Just one more example of how exciting it is as he grows, while at the same time saying goodbye to that tiny baby is hard hard hard.


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