The Tooth, the Whole Tooth and Nothing But the Tooth.

That's right. Solid foods beware. There's a new sheriff in town--my new tooth! Frankly I'm not sure what to think of the little thing. It's sharp, it's giving me a headache and I drool like a bloodhound (whatever that is). But Mom and Dad promise that I'll be pleased once I have a complete set. I'm not sure what I have to do to get the others but I'll look into it.

I wanted to share a picture, but the tooth is still too small. Instead, I'll point to it:



I've also changed my profile photo for the blog, because this...

...just isn't me anymore. I'm five months old now. I'm a new girl. Now I look like this:

Super cute, eh? Dad says I'm letting my good looks go to my head, but I can't think of a better place to put them.

I have lots of other stories to tell about my first trip on a plane and speaking French and talking to penguins and eating this bland mush Mom and Dad think I should enjoy, but they will have to wait for another day. If you just can't wait, click here for pictures from my trip to Montreal, Canada!