Phew!

The morning starts with are pseudo-emergency dental appointment for Bella. After some coaxing, wrangling, and then I don't know how that dental technician did it, because Steph and I were dismissed we got an x-ray that worked. And our worries were over. The pain in her mouth was not coming from the "problem" tooth that has a filling. We were worried that we were looking at the equivalent of a root canal on a baby tooth.

Instead, we discover that a year early my baby is teething. She has a molar coming in! And her two front lower teeth are wiggling. This would account for her sudden inability to bite into an apple, which we discovered in the middle of an apple orchard. There's a poem for ya, Robert Frost. Well, we have our explanation for the mystery fever, the "my cheek hurts," and her diet of applesauce and motrin.

But losing her baby teeth already?!
Am I getting old? My only comfort is my breats are not big enough to sag.