Saturday, November 10, 2012


When we went to the girls' doctor appointments on Thursday Benjamin tagged along.

"And how old is this little guy?" the doctor cooed in Benjamin's direction.

"Five months," we answered.

"And teething," she observed.

I wonder how she came to that conclusion.

Perhaps it was because Benjamin's entire fist was wedged into his mouth. It often is.

We haven't seen any hard (pearly white, razor sharp) evidence yet but he has certainly taken to teething on fingers (whether his own or not) and has even tried gnawing on a toy or two (though toys are proving trickier for him to manage than fingers are).

He drools constantly, too—he's a slobber factory—so now we have that to deal with in conjunction with his reflux. As you can imagine we're usually pretty damp, but we love him because he's cute.


  1. Ha ha! Totally brings back memories of my first! He had reflux too. We were always wet. He lived in bibs for the first 10 months of his life. And you know, both my boys always looked like they were teething, and people would always comment on it, but both got teeth quite late. Otto's first was at 9 or 10 months, and same with Atlas too.