So, every day, for like the past three months, I’ve declared that I think Murrow’s teething. Yesterday Poppa says that he will pop one out today. Guess what? After a fitful night, he woke up with a pearly white (well, right now it’s just something hard that’s barely broken the surface) in the bottom right (our left). Now I’m just waiting for the first chomp. You know what I’m talking about.