On Wednesday morning I stuck my finger in her mouth and lo and behold, her first tooth is finally through! It was only FOUR MONTHS ago that I was positive it was breaking through the gums at any second. ANY SECOND. I have, logically, attributed every hint of grumpiness since October to this tooth. She probably could have rolled herself onto one of the thousands of pine needles that have nestled themselves down into our carpet from our Christmas tree (and will haunt us until at least next summer) and had the offending needle actually protruding from her forehead while she cried and I would have run first for the Orajel. But, the tooth has appeared. One down, nineteen to go.
The other excitement is that she started crawling. I mean technically she is crawling. Here's the definition of crawl from thefreedictionary.com:
1. To move slowly on the hands and knees or by dragging the body along the ground; creep.
Yup, that's what she does. I have to admit though, that the second definition is much closer to reality:
Regardless of the lack of grace or speed at which she is travelling, I think she is quite proud of herself. And from all the hollering and cheering by the rest of us any time she does it, we are proud too.
So bring on all the banged up heads from crawling into things. I'm sure there will be a good number of injuries in the near future. And I'm just as sure that I'll keep assuming that the crying is from teeth. Luckily I have a new bottle of Orajel ready.