Attack of the Terrible Tooth!

Stella cut her first tooth today. It is on the bottom in the middle and feels quite sharp. She was a monster the past few nights, but now that the first one is through, I feel like we can handle this teething business. Grandma Connie was the first to spot it. Hopefully I can get a nice little photo op for documentation.



The pincer grasp is in full effect, and the pumpkin has been munching away at her little puffs. I can't seem to keep enough of them on the tray for her, and Dasha is enjoying the castaways on the floor.

Chris and I are going shopping this weekend for a new convertible car seat. Stella is WAY too big and heavy for her little infant one, and looks a bit silly in it. Hopefully she is strong enough to hold herself comfortably in the big girl seat.



When laying in her crib, Stella now likes to flip over onto her tummy and stick her legs out of the slats. I should have taken a picture, but she was really stuck in there and it looked unpleasant. Her funny thigh-fat was pinched between the rungs. For a moment I thought I was going to have to grease her to get her unstuck.

I have been battling a cold all week, and so far Stella has been left unscathed. I have been doing my best to not kiss or cough on her. Perhaps she has a wickedly strong baby immunity? We shall see!