First teeth (finally)!

For months we have been making the prognosis that Tiegan was "teething" and week after week her fussiness produced no teeth. Finally our fruitless prognostication bore fruit.

Stacy was holding Tiegan in the kitchen. She often holds Stacy's hand in a playful way just passing the time. On this day, Tiegan thought it might be a good idea to stick her mom's hand in het mouth...instead of the soft gummy mouth we were use too, Stacy felt the sharp sting of a new tooth with a second right next to it, about to reputure the surface. Finally! New teeth to explain at least why that day baby was unhappy.

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"I see you Dada!"

It was somewhat typical night of putting Tiegan to bed. She had been in the car seat for the 4 hour drive back from the cabin, and I expected some resistance. Rocking wasn't going so well as a little fist clutching a silky blanket kept swiping me across the chin; then the head started arching back -- a sure sign she had no intension of peacefully settling into sleep. So I gently laid her down in her crib.

To my surprise she didn't exactly fuss. Instead she started to entertain herself -- a little impromptu solo-peek-a-boo with her blankie followed by a some rolling around the crib. I simply stepped back and sat on the floor waiting for sleep to over take her.

The crib was quite and I was starting to wonder if she'd actually fallen asleep. Then I suddenly started to notice something moving above the 6 inch white crib bumper. I paused think it might just be a pair of feet, but as the fussing started to get louder and more frequent I got up to investigate. To my surprise, "feet" were actually an upright Tiegan. She managed to pull herself into a seated position and was looking at me sitting on the floor through the crib rails -- Busted!

Welcome to the world of the vertical baby Tiegan!

"Look at me -- I can stand!"

We were over visiting Bappa Keith today. Laying on my side, I was playing with Tiegan on a blanket spread out on the living room floor. She has been showing signs that she is getting ready to crawl (up on all fours rocking, scooting backwards) but stand? she seemed a long way from standing. Boy was I wrong. Grasping onto my shirt and shorts with both hands, she very tenaciously pulled herself up to a standing position. At first I thought it was a fluke, then she did it again...and then again and kept doing it until she was exhausted. Life is about to start getting interesting around here.