I Think My Kid is a Vampire

The evidence is indisputable.

From the time he was born I haven’t been able to cook with garlic because he had a bad reaction when he first started nursing.

He’s not much a fan of playing outside, especially when it is sunny out.

Lastly, his first tooth which finally peeked its nub out of his gums yesterday is, of all things, an eye tooth – you know, the fang like, vampire-ish tooth.

All I can say is that we didn’t see this one coming. Actually, after declaring him officially teething at four months and later resigning ourselves to the fact that we just didn’t know what the hell we were saying, we weren’t quite sure if he was ever going to get teeth. I’ve had a recurring nightmare about depositing a $30 filet into a blender so he could eat his 18th birthday dinner.

Being the parental newbies that we are as soon as our son started drooling like crazy and chewing on everything we made the instant connection that he was in the beginning stages of teething. After all those were the warning signs. We read all the books. They couldn’t possibly be wrong. We certainly weren’t wrong.

Well, we were dead wrong. My wife likes to say that we are the “parents who cried teeth”. If people had asked us if he had any teeth yet, we would just sigh and respond with an “any day now”. So, now that his first tooth is finally here we’re going to chalk it up to yet another lesson on how parenting is trial and error – ok, mostly error.