Teeth!

Why is it that if someone is called "toothy" it's not a good thing, but to be "toothsome" is?

Today has been a tooth kind of day around here. Oliver has cut his first tooth--the upper left front tooth. (I thought most babies got their bottom teeth first, but Oliver's top teeth are apparently coming in first).

Another tooth first: our first orthodontist appointment, for Andrew. One of his adult molars is crowding out a baby molar. The orthodontist was hoping to put in a spacer to help the teeth shift on their own, but five failed attempts later, he concluded that we'll revisit this in three months and hope the teeth have self-corrected--or Andrew will have to have the baby molar pulled. Poor kid. I foresee an expensive future for his teeth. Wait--maybe I should have said poor parents!