The baby cut his first tooth on Thursday. Chomper (as we've affectionately named it) showed up on his seven-month birthday. Way to be average, kiddo.
I do have to say that we're not huge fans of Chomper right now. Our sweet, fun, sleeping-through-most-of-the-night baby has turned into a fussy, cranky, drug-gobbling, waking-up-every-two-or-three-hours baby. I was just getting a taste of the sweet life of a person who sleeps. I can't go back. I just can't. Please, please, PLEASE let teething go easily. Or at least only happen during normal-person daylight hours.