Hi everyone. Mommy said I could write this post for her. Since it’s about me. Well, apparently she thinks I’m pretty slow in the tooth department, since I only had four teeth until yesterday. I don’t think it’s my fault though. Anyway, the other day I was toddling around which is one of the things I do best – usually. But this time I tripped over something and fell against the corner of the coffee table and hit my mouth. I cried and cried and when Mommy looked, all she saw was a little cut where a new tooth should be one day. And guess what? Two days later, my tooth is poking through. It's my fourth one on the top. Now Mommy thinks I should find some way to bump my bottom teeth through. I only have one (very crooked) bottom tooth. Am I silly or what! But I’m cute, so it’s okay. At least that’s what they tell me.
I know this is changing the subject, but I’m really excited because Mommy and Daddy decided I’m big enough to do the stairs now. I finally learned how to turn around and slide down on my tummy. It’s so fun and I love to go down to the basement!! And Mommy’s glad she can leave the gate open most of the time!
Okay, and now Mommy's disgusted because she up-=loaded that picture of me three times and it's still sideways and she doesn't know why. Sorry! That's all.
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