Saturday, July 3, 2010
The Grady 360 is ... drum roll, please ... the days it took for our little Meatball to pop out his first tooth. Not that we were nervous about having a ten-year old with falsies, but if you typed in the letter "T" in the Google search bar on our computer, the history would show repeated queries of: Teething, when does it begin? Tooths, anyone? and, Toddlers, can they wear a grill?
We were reassured by plenty of experts (our pediatrician), non-experts (parenting blogs), and strangers (the People of Wal-Mart) that some babies don't sprout teeth until as late as twenty-seven. Although, those babies were fed a steady diet of Pepsi and meth in utero.
So now, let the dominoes fall. Let the teeth grow like the dandelions in our yard, let crawling commence, and let his cooing and baby-Chewbacca speak turn into something we can comprehend.
I guess, sadly, this is Grady's first big step out of the baby-baby stage. It's been a slow step out (a baby step? Oh, clever), but now that threshold's been crossed, I guess the next big milestone will be this: click here