Gabby has that first little baby tooth. It’s a sharp little thing and she knows how to use it. I’ve felt bad for her. She’ll stick those chubby little fingers in her mouth to gnaw on and then she’ll start to cry because she bit down with that chomper. She’s started to figure it out now.
Miss Kate is making steady progress on the potty—yea! I’m so happy for her. She’s really proud of herself. We’re now on to the next hurdle we have to cross. She’s become terrified of everything. We’ve lived basically across the street from the train tracks for months, now we’re constantly afraid of them (it’s a very active line and we hear the whistles day and night). Also on her list is any public toilet (this came from the wonderful automatic flushing ones that automatically flushed while she was on it), her father with Easter egg halves over his eyes (don’t ask), and when we make the roar sound when we do animal noises. She always loved to roar. I know it’s a phase and that she’ll grow out of it. She’s never had stranger anxiety, so I thought we might miss this one too.