Attention Wisconsin Residents:

We have teeth coming in! I repeat, we have teeth coming in.

For those of you who have not heard her screeching, sqawking (it took me forever to think of how to spell sqawking), screaming and crying, you be the lucky ones this time. Actually she hasn't been too bad. She just has to chew on something ALL the time. I should clarify that statement so as not to be lying. She has to be chewing on a finger. Not any of her cute, chubby ten digits. No, either mine or daddy's or really anyone's. She's not a picky child. Just let her have the damn finger!! She gets really ticked off when you make her think she's getting your finger then she realizes hers made it in and you pulled yours back. Yeah, she doesn't like that game. I may need to invest in a couple more beach towels as the drool has gotten to tidal wave proportions. Is there a button on her that makes it stop? I've looked, can't find it.

I hate that I compare my kids and their progessions in growing up but I think it's just something that can't be avoided. Mom's of more than one know what I mean. Donovan was crawling at 7 months, Sophia's ready for boot camp at 5 months doing the army crawl. Donovan got his first tooth QUIETLY the day he turned 5 mos old and another one QUIETLY AS WELL a couple days later. Sophia? Let's just say quiet is not a word in her dictionary. I think Sophia will be walking by 9mos and frankly, I'm terrified. Very much so.

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