Tooth number 9. Upper left cuspid. This might explain yesterday's crankiness.
I was expecting a molar, actually. And I thought we had another month or so before worrying about it. But Helena's teeth so far have all come in in atypical order — why should this one be any different?
So yesterday, Helena was likely in pain and not, as I had guiltily assumed, simply recovering from the previous day's lab-rat experience compounded with the bright lights and obnoxious sounds of fitting rooms and checkout lines I subjected her to afterwards. (But these comfy Gap jeans would still be so worth it!)
With every tooth Helena looks a little less like Bumble, the abominable snowman, and more like a real little girl.