Well don't we feel like bad parents now...

Connor's first tooth has arrived.

We'd love to tell you exactly when it sprouted, but the little guy didn't really give us the warning (read: inconsolable screaming) that we were expecting based on what we've heard about teething from most people. Granted he's been touchy from time to time, but we figured there'd be more drama as the tooth actually emerged.

So imagine our surprise when we went into the Doctor's office this past Wednesday and as she's checking his gums and asking us if he's gotten any teeth yet and we're answering her "no, not yet", we hear her say, "Oh, there's one!"...

Well, crap.

Naturally, we're thrilled that another milestone has been reached and there were the phone calls to family that accompany such things. But darn if we didn't feel bad that we had to have someone point out to us that our son has started popping out teeth.

At least it'll be easier to tell when he starts crawling...