This morning Kreg yelled out from the nursery "I FOUND SOMETHING!" What? Seriously, what could it be? A secret collection of "missing binkies" hidden under Charlotte's snuggly? A miracle slobber stain in the image of the Mona Lisa on Alton's sheet?! (now that's just silly)
Nope.... "BAXTER'S GOT A TOOTH!" I ran in ans stuck my finger right in his mouth. YUP! All that drooling, gnawing, and grumpiness was exactly what we thought. Baxter's cutting a tooth and we've officially entered the "teething stage". I'm not sure if I'm excited or scared toothless!