Carnage. This time for real.

I totally expected all sorts of new bumps and bruises as Sofia learned to stand and walk. What I did NOT expect was her to chip a tooth that had barely even emerged from her gums. Yep, she lost her footing while playing with her little table and took a spill, and, I'm assuming, hit her tooth on the table on the way down. Imagine how fun it was to find blood and a fragment of baby tooth in her mouth. Poor little monkey. But she's just fine, she cried for a minute and it's been business as usual since. Just with a battered gumline now.

And now I've gotten my first taste of wanting to fix something for my baby that can't be fixed. Better get used to that feeling, eh?