Fannie has a tooth. A real tooth. A tooth that will one day help her eat birthday cake and chili dogs at The Varsity.
It has been trying to emerge for about the past week or so. And it finally broke the surface today. It is on her bottom right.
We are in denial! If Fannie goes missing, it's because I put her in a time capsule. She is growing up way too fast.
And of course being the chilled out baby that she is, you would have never known that she was cutting a tooth. She has been her normal happy self, just a little more drooly!
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