Elliot has teeth. Two of them! Kindof. I hadn't noticed them, but this morning Elliot was chewing on Brandon's finger and Brandon said, "....um...hey...can you...feel his mouth?" And I did, and confirmed that there are two emergent teeth, which are just barely through the gums. You can even see them, if you work really hard to watch while Elliot periodically opens wide his mouth.
This is exciting, because its exciting to have a new sign of his awesome growingness. And it's also exciting because it explains the runny nose he's had the last couple of days, and his comparative grumpiness. But also I will confess to being a little put out. His sweet toothless grins! I shall miss them.
Lately I have had the sense of Elliot "peaking," as Catherine Newman wrote of her baby--of Elliot being at the peak of a particular phase of his infant life. He's been sturdy and friendly and safe. And it seems that is true, that he has been at a peak, and that now we're over the crest of the hill and ready to embark on the next higher mountain, where there is crawling and biting and all sorts of new adventures. Mostly I'm excited. But a little nervous, and a little sad, too.