My baby has a tooth. My baby has a tooth. My baby has a tooth.
God. This does pass quickly!
Photodocumentation to follow. As soon as I can pry her mouth open long enough to get my honking camera in there and get a picture. Lets not kid ourselves, I will take twelve. And then switch angles to get twelve more.
But seriously, my kid has a freaking tooth. She grew it herself, chewed and chewed until it finally came up. She did that! And now… now she gets to do it all over again and again.
We’re off to one of the three weddings we got invited to this Saturday (seriously, popular day considering its not even a long weekend).