A tooth! A tooth!

My very first tooth showed up on Thursday and now is really easy for Mommy and Daddy to see and feel. Mommy's thought she's felt something for a few days now, but they hadn't been able to see anything until just recently. In fact, Daddy was even able to get a picture. Now, here I am, crying my eyes out, and what does Daddy do? Does he pick me up and gently rock me? No. Does he feed me? No. Does he try to comfort me in any way? No! He grabs the camera, realizing it's a great chance to get a photo of my new tooth.






Don't worry, he did pick me up afterward and made me feel better. :)