Bridget woke up this morning with an angry-looking bright red diaper rash. No sign of it last night, it just reared it's ugly head this morning on a not-so-happy recipient. It took me until this afternoon to remember that Bridget doesn't often get a diaper rash without the accompaniment of a new tooth, so I just now checked her mouth (much to her disapproval).
Not one, not two, but three brand-spanking-new molars have sprouted up in Bridget's tiny little mouth! And it seems the fourth will not be far behind.
Way to grow, Bridget! Let's get 'em all out of the way at once, and spend less time teething! :)