A side effect of William's premature birth was that he had no enamel on his teeth when they came in and he had to have his top four little worn-to-nubs toothies pulled when he was only three years old. The dentists assured us they'd grow back in by the time our little guy was seven or eight -- but, well... Here he is, eight years old; other baby teeth have come and gone (or gone and come), but we're still waiting on those top four! It'll be weird when they finally come in! I'm not sure we'll recognize him without the gap! (But, seriously: isn't this the perfect shirt for this guy?)
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Oh, and he is total cuteness!
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