Poor little O.
Not only has he been struggling this week to combat this bronchial affliction (the affliction of his, admittedly very short, life time), but today at 6 months and 20 days old he cut his first tooth.
And his gorgeous toothless smile will be no longer. Changed forever.
I remember vividly the day J got her first tooth. We were on holiday in Cape Town, driving back home along the beautiful coast from her South African Godmother's baby shower. I was sitting in the back of the car with her as she was being a bit niggly. Upon trying to soothe her by allowing her to nibble on my finger, I remember the shock and excitement I experienced when I felt the hard little lump of the burgeoning tooth. So unexpected!
She was 3 days away from being 6 months old.
Funny that sometimes I cannot remember what I did yesterday, but that these moments have a habit of sticking forever.