Finally, one of those top teeth worked its way through! I’m hoping to see the other one peeking out when he gets up tomorrow morning, but since I’ve been half-expecting it to appear every night this week I’m not holding my breath. So this probably means that I’m going to need to discourage him from biting my shoulder at some point. It would be easier if he weren’t so darn cute.
And of course a tooth means tooth-brushing, so I’ve started using the little fingertip thingy after nursing him before bedtime. It’s like a soft rubber thimble with tiny rubber bristles on it, and you’re supposed to gently rub it over the teeth and gums. Of course that would require him to patiently hold his mouth open for me, which clearly isn’t happening, so instead I just wiggle it back and forth a little while Nathan thoughtfully chews on my finger. Oddly, he seems to find it very relaxing. The last couple nights he was done nursing but still a little wound up, and due to the presence of the teeth and his new-found biting ability, it’s no longer a good strategy to try to convince him to keep nursing once he’s declared he’s done. (Ouch.) He started his slightly angry squirming, but when I started cleaning his teeth he settled right down, grabbed my hand to prevent me from going anywhere, and gnawed away.
As you can clearly see from the picture, he continues to be Baby Who Stands. He also did an excellent bit of cruising from the ottoman to the sofa this morning (in an attempt to get my magazine), but standing is really his specialty. He’s also fond of deep-knee bends as he’s sitting down, which is one of the many things he does that would be incredibly painful were I to attempt them. Another notable example is chewing on his foot during diaper changes, which would be awkward for me for numerous reasons.