All I want for Christmas is my two front teeth

To answer your questions: that's a dinosaur he's chewing on, that's an x-ray of his teeth in the background, and, yes, we took our ten-month-old to the dentist. Allow me to explain.

We don't actually love going to the dentist, although I know it's starting to look that way. Caleb had a minor mouth injury this week (short, stout and unbalanced is a bad combination) and the pediatrician thought it a good idea to take him in to get his teeth looked at. Since, thanks to Abby, we already have a pediatric dentist, getting him in this week was no problem.

Thankfully, everything looked fine on the x-rays, so no major dental surgeries for Spike any time soon. The dentist did point out that the poor guy has a whole bunch of teeth hanging out at the gum line waiting to break through any minute. Now at least I have something to blame his intermittent crankiness on.

On another note...anyone else have a pediatrician who ends your phone calls with "Talk to you soon"?