Teeth: Pearly Whites or Harbingers of Doom?

Jack's fourth month is a joyous time.  He's eating well and sleeping well.  He smiles and giggles like Durel and I are the funniest comedians on the planet.  His personality is emerging.  We might even see the beginnings of hair.

He also drools a lot.  Aside from drenching his onesies, this is no big deal, right?  Well, right...except that it means one additional thing:  Teeth are coming.  Like the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse -- they can't be stopped and are met with some dread and apprehension.

Don't get me wrong -- I'm excited that the little dude will soon have some pearly whites to flash around at his adoring fans.  I just hope against hope that we aren't all driven mad by the teething process. 

First tool:  Frozen teething ring.  Verdict:  Yum.

Update to follow.  Teeth to come.

Hope this finds you well.

Heather