Firsts- We've got TEETH!

Who would of thought that growing teeth would change everything! Just as his doctor predicted at almost 7 months, Ryatt sprouted his first tooth bud. Along with the lil tooth-ling came a whole new set of games and rules.  Big boy rules that is, and Growing Up is the name of the game.


That first tooth made its debut about a week ago and its been growing more and more ever since. It even invited a few of his friends to join the party. I noticed a few days ago that his other bottom and both top are also coming in. Soon my grinning smiles will be no more and Ill have nipple-chomping smiles. My baby is growing, and its more obvious everyday. He tries to chew on anything he gets his little hands on. Anything- the dog's ear, my hair, his highchair harness, his toes and his favorite is his pacifier. Teeth coming in, weighing 22lbs and almost crawling- yeah, its pretty obvious.

We're still trying new solids; now venturing into more exotic flavors like papaya and mango.  So far we have been very lucky to have no reactions to the simple stuff like apples, pears and carrots. Now one month into it, Im feeling more confident and relaxed about letting Ryatt try new things. We're trying new combinations of veggies and fruits and soon we'll try yogurt. Today we tried mangos and it seemed like he liked it. (Of course fruits are favorable, although bananas are his least favorite) He opens his mouth wide and gulps the whole spoon. Then he does his version of chewing which is a lot of spurting and smacking. Ryatt is so impressed with his self eating at the table. He looks down at the dogs with this teasing look on his face as if to say, "mmm this is good. you want some?" Now the dogs have a new human to beg while we eat at the table. Lucky for them, Ryatt is much more sharing and likes to spit them a dollop of dinner onto the floor. They're grateful, Rowdy and I are not amused. Along with solid foods comes solid poops. Great. And they stink, real bad. Baby boy is pushing out logs now and when he does he lets you know. His cute lil face freezes and he starts to grunt. Thats my cue- I rush him to the potty, rip off that diaper and plop him on the potty. So far its been pretty good. He doesnt mind it and even though sometimes I have to rush him three times in a row, I look at it as three times of practice.  My hope is that he will pick up on it and hopefully he'll potty by 12-18 months. I know its high hoping but like they say 'shoot for the moon and land upon the stars'. 


I realize there is nothing I can do to hinder my baby from growing up. Its the way its meant to be. That doesnt mean I can hold on to these wonderful stationary days. Soon Ryatt will crawl and become more interested in what things do and the cause and effect of everything. When that happens Im sure Ill probably go completely grey from all the stress of worrying for his safety. ...  a head of grey might look good on me. ..I worry about what hes eating and what hes exposed to- I dont even want to imagine what my anxiety level will be when hes able to crawl/walk.   


 o.O   oh my.   


Like it or not, I have to play along in this game of Growing Up. This is his game, he calls the shots. Strap on your seat belts, ladies and gentlemen, we are in for a bumpy ride!