First Tooth

R's first tooth has made it's appearance in the world. It's in the middle of her lower gum, and it's razor sharp. I'm full of mixed emotions. It's an exciting, scary, sad, and happy event. We're thrilled that she managed to push out her first tooth with little to no fussing. She's been drooling a lot, but as earlier posts have discussed she's been drooling heavily for the last 4 months or so. Besides drooling, and the occasional red cheek or two, you wouldn't have any idea that she was cutting a tooth. We're so proud of her - it seems like a milestone. But, while everyone is excited I'm also scared because (beyond the fact that this means she's growing up faster then my mind can handle) it also means that she now - officially - is armed and dangerous. I've had dreams since we started the adoption process about our child being a biter - now I get to see if any of them will come true. Fingers crossed please!

We hope to have a picture in the near future. The tooth is a little illusive. She has to smile just the right way (which can be difficult to capture with the camera), or she we need to pry open her lips. The later option is a) difficult to do at the same time you take a picture, and b) doesn't usually end up making a good picture - oddly enough, just like you and I, R doesn't really like it when people try and pry open her lips without her permission. So, picture to come... not sure when, but some day I'll get it!

Thanks for reading!
~W