Houston, we have a tooth…

So what causes your delightful, well-mannered baby to suddenly turn into a relentlessly cranky duck? You got it…the first tooth is here.

On Sunday, Babe-O was being really, really difficult. Mom and Dad were taking turns being at our wit's end. She didn't want to be put down. She didn't want to be held. She wouldn't eat. She wouldn't sleep unless she was in her Mom's lap. It was bad news all around.

Just when I was starting to get worried that we had gotten cocky and let our sweet little girl turn into a bad egg, it all became clear.

I got an excited phone call at work today letting me know that Babe-O had her first tooth, a bottom one. Obviously, this is super cool, but on the other hand we're pretty shocked at how quickly she's growing up.

She eats pureed vegetables. She drinks from a sippy cup (she skipped bottles altogether). She laughs. She plays.

It's getting harder and harder to remember those days when all she did was eat, sleep, and poop.

Sure, it's a little sad, but I can't help but feel like she only gets cooler every day. And I think she can keep that pace up for quite a while.