Seriously, it seems as if we have been anticipating your arrival for months now. How long can it take? You announce your immenent arrival with swollen gums, drool, rashes, fussiness, and lost sleep. But yet you still haven’t shown up. Your journey to us is marked with red cheeks, and painful biting. All things are put in the mouth to try and coax you out. The teeth that have arrived are gnashed together to try and relieve the pain of your absence. You interupt naptime, and nighttime. You cause so many tears, and such whiny anguish. I just wish you would show your face and finally poke through. This waiting is literally torture. This mama can barely take it while my son waits on you begging you to come. You are the last to arrive, marking the two year olds relief from this painful rite of passage. Please take pity on my poor boy and make your entrance. We promise to brush you regularly and take good care of you.
One Tired Mama
**And to think some kids get teeth without any hoopla…imagine that…**