First tooth

Ah, the first tooth. Longed for, searched for, dreamed about. Those two little cutsie tootsies that appear in that cute little rosie cheeked face. As usual in all things related to pregnancy and babies, the reality is a lot less romantic. After two weeks of grumpiness, runny noses, incessant drooling, constant whining, middle of the night wake ups (what the hell?) and general reconsideration of the wisdom of going for number 3 (what was Sean thinking?), Hannah finally got her first tooth 4 days shy of her 7 month birthday. Hooray. And mammy got her first breast feeding bite...ouch. One down, 21 more to go.