I found out that corn-on-the-cob makes a great teething toy. I think it was even better being a half-chewed leftover cob from brother. Reuben is normally anxious to leave the dinner table first, but he sat gnawing on that thing long after everyone had cleared out. I was really amazed how much he liked it. He’d motion to get up, only to reach for the cob again. He screamed when he realized I wouldn’t let him crawl around the house with it. He’s 14 months old now and I keep feeling for teeth, but still nothing. Not one tooth in his head! This probably means they’ll come in all at once and I’ll go to get him from his crib one morning and find some new boy with a full set of chompers. It doesn’t seem to be slowing him down too much though and can gobble up pizza, hamburgers, and hotdogs along with the rest of us.