You have developed and matured more in this week than in any week before. You're holding your own bottle, you're sitting up by yourself most of the time and you want to hold/touch/lick everything. Today at the grocery store, you wanted to hold the bag of frozen mangoes. Then you tried to shove the whole bag in your mouth at once. A+ for enthusiasm. C- for logistics.
Your dad and I heard that a little whisky can be soothing to a teether, so we went ahead and poured you a highball tonight. If a Q-Tip's worth is good, half a cup must be better, right?
Obviously, that's just a joke, but we'll wait a minute for all of the grandmas to pick themselves up off the floor. It's watered-down prune juice, people.
Your dad and I continue to be amazed at all the little skills you've picked up. Nice work, sweet girl.
Love,
Mom
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