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Holly has way too much going on right now. She's cutting her two bottom teeth, one of which, when I did the first of my six thousand daily gum checks, I could actually see gleaming just underneath the surface. (Holly's current favorite foods: applesauce, carrot, thumb. Two of these items are usually organic; one is chock-full of preservatives.) She's been extremely fussy the last two nights at bedtime, which isn't like her, and I think it's safe to attribute that to the hard-core teething that's going on.

Right now she's absolutely pooped, but is fussing in her crib instead of snoozing. A minute ago I heard her binky hit the floor, so I went up to give it back to her. When I turned to check her out as I was shutting the door, I saw her hoist herself up onto all fours. Crawling is looming on the horizon a bit sooner than I expected.

Dave is trying to teach her to say "hi". It's very cute. His voice gets all squeaky and he says "Holly! Say 'hi'! Say 'hi' Holly!" and she'll look at him and say "haaa" and then beam at him. Then he beams at her, 100% the proud daddy, and then Henry and I have to shield our eyes from all of the beaming that's going on because it tends to get pretty bright.

I just want her to stay little and fuzzy-headed for a bit longer, thank you very much, but I think she's got other plans.