It’s my birthday…

… and I’ll teeth if I want to.

Last night I went to sleep and I was still in the 8+ months age bracket and only had two teeth. This morning I woke up a whole three quarters of a year old and wouldn’t you know it, my top right tooth popped through.

It’s been a long time coming, but it couldn’t have chosen a better time to come because for my 9 monthday dinner, my Mommy made me beef souvlaki and Greek potatoes. Oh. My. Goodness. I couldn’t eat it fast enough. I even finished mine up before my Daddy and he can eat SUPER FAST.

I have found one downside to these teeth though: I keep banging them on things. Okay, so maybe I shouldn’t bite everything I touch, but I can’t help it. I live in hope that the next victim will be as tasty as avocado or cabbage rolls. So far I haven’t had much success in discovering anything that tastes as good as a meal, though the clothes my Mommy folds from the dryer seem to taste really nice. Even if I do get in trouble every time I mess up the pile of clothes when I choose something pretty to chew on.

So bring on tooth four because I keep hearing that Christmas means a lot of food and anything that helps me get the food all chewed up faster is a-okay by me!

Last Night:
Only 2 Teeth

This Morning:
Three Teeth!

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