Teething

Quick post. I overdid it on the mountain today.

I gave Avery this pony to gum the other day after she had spent the better part of the morning with the index and middle finger of each hand shoved nearly down her throat. She looked like she was desperately trying to do one of those football whistles. Unlike Briar who spent so long with three teeth, Avery has the teeth coming in at a frighteningly fast pace. I think she chewed on this solely to satisfy me. Luckily her Dad is smarter and brought in the big guns and swabbed the gum number on her swollen gums. I know, riveting. Sorry, I just didn't want to totally flake out.