Thursday, November 12, 2009


I just informed my father of his granddaughter's first tooth and his response: 'Tell her I'll buy her a steak dinner.'

Which then led to my great grandmother who had one tooth left toward the end of her life. And still managed to eat her steak.

Guess it runs in the family...

My Baby Has a Tooth!

Last night we went to the celebration of the Birth of Baha'u'llah and as tradition goes in this community, each person brought a gift for Him. Poems were read, songs were sung, contributions to the fund were given, photographs were displayed, prayers and writings were recited, and Samaya brought her very first tooth. All day yesterday she let it be known just how hard she was working on this little gift and when we got home from the celebration, I felt in her mouth and sure enough a little razor of a tooth had broken through on the bottom.

Her father has begun furiously planning for the near future of solid foods. When I asked him if he was excited about this prospect, he gave an emphatic NO. 'Now I have to keep her from choking on things.'

If anyone out there is looking for the safety police, I am considering renting him out at a small fee.

And then, without skipping a beat, 'We need to get her a toothbrush. We should start brushing her tooth NOW.'

Talk about starting things off on the right foot. This girl's got a pretty good chance of making it in the world.