I’m 10 months old now… and have been for a few days. I stood on my own for 10 seconds the other day. My tooth doesn’t hurt as much as I thought it would. I loooove yogurt, playing in the sand, swinging, pointing at my books, the cat, crawling on the decks, going for a ride in the jogging stroller, and getting what I want. I hear we’re going to take swimming lessons this week. Maybe I’ll like that, too.

Thank you, Grammo and Nanna. I love my new toys.

Woke up from my nap this afternoon and there was something sharp in my mouth…  and it hurt.  I, of course, did what any baby would do in this situation.  I screamed.  Turns out I’m not dying, I just got my first tooth.  I can’t wait to bite things with it.