(1) Anne crawls up to me, whining.
(2) I nurse Anne.
(3) I put Anne down.
(4) Anne bursts into tears and clings to my pant leg.
(repeat this, btw, on an endless cycle daily for the past 2 weeks, including additional fun like nap refusals and waking up howling 10 minutes after we put her down for bed).
But this morning, when I gently put my finger to her top gum, I felt:
A sharp tooth edge.
Because we seriously couldn't stand it anymore. We're all exhausted.
I did think it was terribly adorable after she got her first 2 teeth (bottom center) a month or so ago when I overheard Henry sit next to her and say:
"Look at your little teeth, Anne! They're really getting taller!"
Like he needed to encourage her in her tooth growing endeavors.