Birthday Tooth

For my birthday, I wanted to get lots of sleep, and to get over this lingering nasal drip. Well, so much for sleep: Cale just cut Tooth #8 today. I felt around for it yesterday and it hadn't poked through; today it has. Now I can say my baby is eight months old and has eight teeth, for whatever that's worth. Cale's more interested in chewing on everything in sight than he is in fussing; he's fussing a little bit but is overall much happier than most teething babies. I wonder if he's getting used to teeth popping through?