Apparently there is some kid who sings about "All I want for Christmas is my two front teef". Well, just a coupla nights ago I was slippery and bonked my head a little in the the tub, but was wailing for sympathy since Mom was around. To my surprise, she and Daddy both started cheering. Apparently they could see that my first tooth was just over the surface of the gum. I coulda told them that if they would have listened! For days I've been repeating: "Dadadada. Yayaya." But I guess they had to see it for themselves.
Mom compares me to Wile E. Coyote, because I have pulled myself up to stand without any assistance or grabbing onto anything, but the minute I realize I've done it I fall. She already moved her jewelry up one shelf in her closet. Well, this morning I got on tippy toe and yanked some stuff down. So she moved it up to the third shelf. Dad mocked me: "You'll have to grow a lot before you can reach THAT, Vie." Mom said: "Please don't cheat and just learn how to climb either." Which gave me an idea...she didn't appreciate it when I climbed up the shelf and yoinked down some more bracelets. Gotta share those accessories, Ma!
With Aunt Nikki after her jog with Mom.
With Uncle Tim. Not as high as Dad, but thanks for trying.
