A toothy tale

A short blog post. Felicity has a tooth. After a FULL week of teething, one tooth. (Bottom front left - the dental community has assigned it a number. We just don't know which number. Nor do we have the energy to look it up. Fine. It's 24.)

And so she is ANGRY. Just wants to drink Infant Tylenol and nurse. And take tiny, angry-baby naps. This too shall pass.