Call us bad or oblivious parents, but your mother and I managed to completely overlook the fact you have started teething. The fever you probably had? Must’ve been how hot the weather has gotten. All your drooling? Probably because you were hungry. The fussiness? Because I’m not around (your mother’s convinced you’re a daddy’s boy). You pulling your ear? Must’ve been an ear infection (and when your mother brought you to the doctor, they prescribed you some drops of olive oil. OLIVE OIL!). And you waking up at night again? Just you being a baby.
It’s only when you were wailing your lungs out that your mother spotted it: your first tooth! And boy were we excited! It’s only in writing the preceding line that makes it seem so silly to me because it is just a tooth after all. But like a lot of your other firsts, most of which would get glossed over even by our immediate families, the events feel as special as our own firsts over the years.
I’m not saying my relationship with your mother has gotten boring over time, but your milestones have injected a new wave of excitement into our lives. It might sound bad, but we shared a lot of good laughs at our complete ineptness at spotting your teething symptoms. The same goes for the mundane milestones like you surviving more than a minute of tummy time without crying to the unpleasant milestones like the time you became a urine fountain. I suppose it’s all just some good ol’ fashioned bonding in this household.