Gage cut his first tooth at 2 months old. Yes, two months old. At the time, it was like receiving a suicide note hand written in blood from my nipples.
Paul is now 3 (and a half, can’t forget the half) months old. He’s suddenly showing some serious signs of cutting his first tooth. Gallons of drool, unexplained crankypants tendencies, and waking up more than typical (for him) throughout the night.
I’ve determined that teeth are on the not so distant horizon for him.
Last week Casey gave Paul a Baltic amber teething necklace. These adorable little necklaces supposedly release healing oils that alleviate teething symptoms.
A natural product that makes cutting teeth less painful? Sign us up! I’ll give it a go!
But my husband, he’s a bit of a naysayer. Michael doesn’t put much stock in the idea, but per usual humors my efforts and approaches with bit of sarcastic humor.
“That’s Paul’s necklace to keep the tigers away. See? It works! No tigers around…”
So that’s what we’re doing. Four babies into this parenting gig, and we’re warding off tigers with little beaded necklaces. Apparently, as of recently, hungry tigers are running around the Central Indiana region in epidemic numbers, hunting for little baby boys to munch on.
He can joke all he wants, the necklace is staying on. It’s not like his nipples are in jeopardy of being chomped off.