|Poor Sophie...Who knew that all 4 legs could fit into the mouth of a 9 month old!|
The mystery of the disappearing teeth.
I'm preparing myself for a toothless child. Yesterday I thought for sure that we were making headway. Bottom left. I felt the lump. I saw a small white patch. Yay!! The drool, the grumpiness, the weird eating and sleeping patterns would actually be for something! Um...okay...NOT! Apparently my child's teeth like to play games. They start to show signs and then *POOF*, nothing. Jackson is the master of disappearing teeth. One of these days, the drool will mean a tooth. Right? RIGHT? Until then, hello teething tablets and chewy toys. Poor Munch.