I should have known! Besides the fact that the Babby has been a bit of a grump, nursing has been uncomfortable lately. Whenever - and I mean every darn time - the Babby is cutting a tooth, she changes the way she latches (understandable) and I feel a twinge with every suck. Recently, I've been feeling that twinge, but it's been so long since we've seen any inklings of teething that I just plain forgot about the connection. Plus, aren't the canines supposed to come later?
Then again, Paloma's teeth have all arrived in the standard order, but she's always been on an accelerated schedule. At last check, she had 12 teeth...
And now she has 13 and is working on 14, 15, and 16!
Is it just me, or does that seem like an awful lot of teeth for one little 16-month-old to have in her itty-bitty mouth? At this rate, we'll be seeing those "two-year molars" by the time the Babby is a year and a half old. And, boy howdy, do I hate molars. But canines are proving easy on her and on us, thank goodness. They're not, as I've recently read, that easy for all babies, even if they're the sharpest teeth and thus pop through the smoothest. Or so they say.
Anyway, I guess it's time to say goodbye to Paloma's sweet babyish gap-toothed smile... at least until they start falling out, ick. Soon, her smile will be complete. Hopefully, completely disarming, too.