Teeth and hair

I mentioned in my last post that Isaac had five teeth. In fact he has gotten six teeth in less than six weeks. They are in various stages of fractional presentation from the gumline: the bottom two showing more or less fully, and then on top (from left to right) a half, an eighth, a quarter, and a mere sliver.

And I think sliver must be an appropriate word for small, sharp, hard objects forcing their way through one's skin. Teething must hurt, even though we don't hear too much complaining from Izzy, who is not that sensitive to physical discomforts (but he seems to be emotionally sensitive -- try using a rough voice with him and you'll get "the sad face" and perhaps even tears).

He has also grown a lot more hair, and, combined with teeth, the result is that he looks less babyish. Sometimes I get a real glimpse of what he will look like as a little boy. To my surprise, I find this exciting rather than a trigger for my usual obsessive nostalgia for the present.

(P.S. He shows a great interest in other people's teeth and hair -- give him a chance and he'll stick his fingers in your mouth to investigate its contents.)