Paolo had a little surprise for me yesterday morning. During his morning nursing session, I quickly learned that he is starting to cut his first tooth.
I should have been tipped off by his crazy behavior on Friday night. We were at our favorite pizza place (Side bar: Ames has a FABULOUS napoletano-style pizzeria, Vesuvius. The wood-burning oven was imported from Italy and the cuisine is superb: simple, fresh, and delicious. We are positively addicted.) for dinner. We were enjoying our delicious meal of insalata caprese, pizza margherita, and a beautiful Italian chianti, while we were waiting for the live music to start.
Paolo had a whole different plan. He usually likes to go out with us. I mean, we go to kid-friendly places that are usually loud enough where he can make noise without disturbing anyone. And he entertains himself by trying to new food and then throwing most of it on the ground, drinking from grown-up cups, and just playing with whatever toys I bring along.
Well, not on Friday. He was not interested in eating, drinking, or playing. Only shouting and banging the table. So we lasted about 30 minutes before we called it a night and came home. Then, after a fitful night of sleeping, Paolo woke up hungry.
That’s when I discovered the new tooth! I tried to take a photo, but I quickly realized that would be impossible. It has barely cut the surface and is razor-sharp. I’ve spent the past two days training Paolo how to not bite me, and I think it’s working. I’m so excited for my little guy, his very first tooth! I just hope the discomfort of this tooth passes quickly: we leave for our trip to Italy in just a few days.