Adam and Eve had many advantages, but the principal one was that they escaped teething. ~Mark Twain
Little man has not been sleeping well these last couple of weeks and I have just been confounded by it and oblivious to the possibility that teeth might be involved. You’d think after two sets of baby teeth- that’s 40 teeth, people!– I’d know a teething baby when I see one. Only 18 more to go so here’s to hoping I develop some instinct between now and then.
Specifically, Thomas now has the two central incisors in his lower jaw. I can’t get a great picture of them, partly because he’s so ornery about letting me put my fingers in his mouth and also because they’re just not that big yet. But I have been taking plenty of pictures of what we Scott’s like to do with our teeth.
I started feeding Thomas pears at breakfast when he was 4 months old. I chose that particular fruit and time because I hoped that it would make him more regular. After a couple of weeks it became clear that Thomas was interested in every meal. Again, why am I surprised? In the last two weeks I’ve noticed that he gets fussy at mealtimes and watches with a laser-like focus when the rest of the family eats so I’ve added dinner to his schedule. He gets so excited when he sees his bowl and spoon heading to the table. He eats in his stroller because our highchair has very little support and he doesn’t have enough balance to sit in it.
So far Thomas loves everything that I put in front of him. He appears to be a bottomless pit so I am still trying to assess what the appropriate serving looks like. Currently he eats about 4 ounces of fruit in the morning and 4-6 ounces of fruit and veggies at dinner. I’m sorry that I can’t provide more detail about his favorite foods but he just doesn’t discriminate. He loves it all, an epicure in the making. He only allows something to escape when he gets overly eager to take a bite and begins to work his kisser before the food is actually in! There once was another boy, very near and dear to my heart, who had this sort of gusto for food. I haven’t had the pleasure of watching him enjoy eating a meal in a long time, but every time I watch my kids plough through a plate of food or declare after a first or last bite that I am “the best cooker ever” (which happens more than enough to keep my ego healthy) I am reminded of him. Thank God for these kids…and their teeth.