My poor baby! Logan has been suffering and suffering and suffering with this teething thing. (Incidentally, I just figured out what "long suffering" looks like. Take a look at the picture below. Those swollen cheeks, that sad little child gumming his sore mouth).
Anyway, all this crying and waking up in the middle of the night and biting everything in sight and drooling everywhere has finally come to something. Logan has a toofy!
Actually, he has two teeth (as I found out when he bit me this morning). The precious book on baby's first year told us that it is usually the top front teeth the come in first and then the bottom front teeth. As usual, Logan has to do everything ass backwards. He grew his two bottom teeth first. Just like he was supposed to learn how to roll from his tummy onto his back before learning to roll onto his tummy from his back. And just like he was supposed to learn how to get to a sitting position before he would learn to crawl. He did those backwards too.
I'll be working this week on taking pictures of these elusive teeth, but so far I've had no luck. Logan won't open his mouth for anyone unless he's screaming his suffering little head off (and that's just a heartbreaking picture that I don't need to push on you). So be patient and he'll be smiling a big grim in no time!