My baby.  My last child.  My precious Charlotte got her first tooth today.  This is exciting and terrifying considering she’s cutting 6 teeth at the same time!  Maybe they’ll all pop through overnight.  Maybe she’ll wake up fully able to chew steak.  Maybe Mamaneena is delusional and in need of a cocktail.  

This is what she looks like when she’s teething:

This is what she looks like every other moment of her life:

She’s cute and full of smiles.  She was born with an iron grip that she often uses on her daddy’s chest hair and her Ma’s glasses.  She has no intention of letting the older siblings speak for her and shouts her opinion whenever possible.  She is completely in love with her daddy and cries when he leaves in the morning.  When he gets home at night she can’t crawl to him fast enough.  She sleeps with a white noise machine and often has full conversations with herself while sound asleep.  She prefers to make her older brother laugh, but loves to hear her older sister sing.  She loves waffles and bananas and oranges.  She finds anything and everything to put in her mouth and has a love of diet dog food (thanks, chloe).  She has pulled up a handful of times and seems to think my bra is a handle made just for that.  She blows bubbles in the tub like a seasoned swimmer and crosses her legs in the car seat like a little lady.  She is the pictures of happiness first thing in the morning as if she wants the whole world to know that it is great just to be alive.  She adores the dog and finds joy in chasing the fatter of the two cats.  She imitates sounds, blows raspberries, and always allows me to kiss her feet. 

Yes, my baby got her first tooth today.  And, Mamaneena got all sappy.