We call baby Peony many things, but Fang is not one of them.
My darling baby daughter has everything. Everything! Charm, beauty, a sweet disposition, the good manners to sleep 11+ hours at night. But she’s missing one thing (or a few at this point, really): She has nary a tooth in sight.
She drools like she’s teething. She gnaws on anything she can fit in her mouth as if she’s teething And yet — no teeth on the horizon (or the gum line).
I’m on my second baby so I’ve long since stopped caring what other babies her age are doing, like, if other babies her age have teeth (which most of them do, by the way, for months now).
There’s really only one reason I care that Peony doesn’t have teeth yet, and I think if she could talk, it would be the only reason she’d care, too.
Enough with the baby food already! I know she’s bored with it. I am, too (but this isn’t about me, of course).
She’ll gum some teething biscuits. We give her those little Gerber Graduate puffs that dissolve in her mouth. But she eyes real food like it’s some kind of a sexy chicken dancing in a Bugs Bunny cartoon.
Yeah, sure, she still squeals with excitement at the site of some jarred pureed apples and bananas. I just know she’s ready for something of more substance. However, until she’s the proud owner of a few chompers, I’m hesitant to give her anything that requires chewing. You know, for choking reasons and all.
So come on, teeth. Show us what you’re made of. Or just show up. It’s about time, isn’t it?
Photo credit: Meredith Carroll