Mother of the Year, Right Here

The MiL went camping on Friday and when she returned yesterday, she made a beeline straight for Cubby, her favorite grandchild. Also her ONLY grandchild, but let's not quibble over the details.

ANYWAY.

She came in the house and immediately snatched up the Cubby Bear, because OF COURSE she missed him terribly the whole 36 hours she was gone. Cubby has that effect on people. So he was sitting on her lap, gumming happily on her knuckle, when she realized that he wasn't just gumming. That Cubby, in fact, has a tooth. She hadn't been home ten minutes, and there she was announcing his first tooth to me. Me, his mother, the one who gets chewed on all day long and yet somehow failed to notice the sharp little point sticking out of the middle of his bottom gums.

Hi, I am very observant.

In my defense, he showed absolutely no signs of teething. None that he hasn't been showing for months now, I mean. Sure, he chews on his hands a lot and drools, but show me a baby who doesn't. As for screaming, refusing to nurse, running a fever, not sleeping . . . no. In fact, he slept better the night prior than he has in weeks. So I don't know what's up with that. Maybe he'll have a complete breakdown for all his subsequent teeth. Or maybe he'll continue with the stealth teething.

Good thing his grandmother is around to catch him at it.