I think that I shall never see …

Anything as cute as a babe with teeth just coming in. The girl has two on the bottom poking through, plus one on top. She is gnawing through any and everything (except any teething toys we bought, which I got rid of anyway, being the plastic-phobe that I have become – not going to get into it now, but the soft plastics (phthalates) cause liver, kidney and reproductive system damage - go look it up). The first tooth poked through on President’s Day, and these other two followed since. It looks like she’s getting even more, but she won’t me near her mouth to check, so I have to try and make her laugh and look hard, instead. She is having a rough night, right now, and I have already picked her up twice to comfort her. She’s like my own wiggly balm; my blood pressure instantly drops when I hold her. She just lays her head against my shoulder or my chest, and wraps what she can of her legs around my waist. We watched a bit of VH1’s Top 100 Heavy Metal Bands of All Time while Phil blew his nose and sniffed Afrin, and I rocked her while they played snippets of AC/DC songs. She’s going to hold that against me later in life, I’m sure, but it was perfect while it lasted.