It looks like Annika's 3rd tooth will make an appearance sooner rather than later. Her upper middle right gum looks ready to show us her next chomper.
I find it funny that Annika isn't even a year old, and I already find myself mourning her childhood. Not a whole lot, but a little bit. A few nights ago, I sorted through her clothes (I really do have a love affair with plastic storage bins!) and put the items that she has outgrown into their respective size-sorted bins. (Did I mention my obsession with my label maker?) As I put her wee little clothes away, I reminised about her wearing them ... and not wearing them. (Many were given as gifts thinking she'd be a bigger baby than she was. By the time she was able to fit into them, they were very much out of season.)
Now that she's sprouting teeth, crawling around like a champ, and pulling herself up on things, I get a little teary thinking about how she isn't going to be a baby forever ... let alone one for much longer. She's going to be a toddler before we know it.
Time sure flies when you have a little one to keep you hopping.
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They're Toddlers now. I can't tell you how sad it made me to buy 1T's. I liked the infant section.
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