Firsts

Emily successfully cut her first two teeth last week. She spent the weekend at GranAnne and GranDan's house while Dave and I celebrated Suzanne and JP's wedding. Aunt Jennifer and Uncle Stephen contributed to her entertainment as Emily decided it was more fun to be with other people than to play on her own. (Jennifer inquired, "How can 14 pounds rule an entire household?") During the reception, Dave called Jennifer to check on Emily since my parents attended the wedding as well. She said she noticed a little white in the baby's mouth when she put her to bed. Of course, my mom and I shared the Jennifer-does-not-know-what-she-is-talking-about-look. The next morning, my mother called me and said we would be disappointed because we missed Emily's first teeth. Dave and I actually got lucky as the teeth are still in her mouth today.

In other news, Emily started solid foods last week. Accustomed to the continuous flow of milk in a bottle, she cries like a banshee in between bites. I can't possibly get the spoon re-filled and into her mouth quick enough. Wait until I introduce ice cream.



She now rolls over and over and over. Dave has her on a strict work out regime so we expect her to be walking by the end of the month.