Baby M has a new tooth. That makes twenty. Twenty is the number of baby teeth that babies get. So that’s the lot. All toothed up.

Now that she has all her teeth, she seems All Grown Up. No longer a Baby. It feels a little sad, like a turning point – the end of a journey. My lovely baby, and she is a baby no more. Undeniably.

Bye, bye, Baby M.

We had a good babyhood, didn’t we? There were a few laughs, and a lot of cuddles, and plenty of love. Did I make the most of it? What did I miss on the way?

Bye, bye, Baby M.

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