Poppy has teeth, two beautiful (and Ginsu sharp) bottom teeth. The top two are begging to join the party, and they are hellbent on making an entrance as soon as possible. For the most part, Penelope is handling the matter with elegance and grace. Other times, she is gnawing my hand off in a non-verbal plea for some liquid Tylenol. God bless teething toys. Especially those that can be chilled. Amen.
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