The First Tooth
~ Charles and Mary Lamb
Through the house what busy joy,
Just because the infant boy
Has a tiny tooth to show!
I have got a double row,
All as white, and all as small;
Yet no one cares for mine at all.
He can say but half a word,
Yet that single sound's preferred
To all the words that I can say
In the longest summer day.
He cannot walk, yet if he put
With mimic motion out his foot,
As if he thought he were advancing,
It's prized more than my best dancing.
Littlest one has lost both front teeth and has that charming, but half geriatric-looking, sunken top lip. This is another major milestone which, for me, signifies that my little brood is growing up. No more perfectly aligned, baby front teeth AT ALL in this house. Sigh. Soon it will be all goofy grins with disproportionately large bunny teeth out front and awkward gaps on the side. Oh, for the sweet symmetry of milk teeth behind rosebud lips.