Griffin has teeth. TWO TEETH. They popped up sometime between last night and this morning. This may explain the crying fits and the two hours of sleep we all collectively enjoyed last night. Teeth. My baby, my last little baby has teeth.
EDITED TO ADD: Yeah, I am already done with the sweet nostalgia from Griffin's two little teeth. He has already bit me once and those little vampire baby teeth hurt to high heaven (or hell.) I am going to threaten him with immediate weaning if he doesn't keep his fangs to himself.
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