Another first!

Caleb has his first little tooth breaking through! I knew he'd been teething, but it seemed like he'd been teething from time to time since he was about two months old, so I wasn't honestly expecting anything. I don't know how long it's been there, to tell you the truth, because I haven't felt his gums for over a month.

Since he grabs absolutely everything and shoves it into his mouth, I've decided to start giving him littler foods that he can feed himself. He hasn't YET put anything in his mouth on his own - he grabs it, then squashes it in his hand. But like Jonathan says, eventually he DOES put that hand in his mouth, so it's sort of working!

We were having bananas last night, which I had chunked up and put in front of him. But since he was hungry and unable to get any of the mush as far as his mouth, I picked up a chunk and put it in that gaping maw. When he chomped down, I realized that I had a little sting on the finger that he was trying to devour along with the banana. So I extricated myself from his gums of steel and risked another attempt. Again, I was thwarted by Caleb's determination to chew everything entering his vicinity. But I shoved another banana in there, and while he was distracted, I could feel that there is definitely a teeny little tooth on the bottom right. Hooray!

I also forgot to note that he's regularly saying Momma now. If I forgot to mention it, he's been saying Dadda for oh, about two months now. I know it's a developmental issue, but it was a little disheartening to "feel" like I wasn't being acknowleged as much as Jonathan. Isn't it hilarious the things that can have the power to upset you? Okay, not hilarious so much as enlightening about my own mental state. Note to self: maybe everything that makes me feel less than worthy is this unintentional...