Apples and teeth

Poor Betsy. I suspect all four upper middle teeth are coming in at once. I can feel them pushing down. She has a low grade fever before bed every night. She drools like a faucet and she can't keep her hands out of her mouth.

She loves this mesh feeder thing. She loves it with Banans and ice, but last night Ben put an apple inside and it was LOVE at first bite. I suspect something harder to crunch on feels good to her.

Now that Betsy is consuming solidish foods (cereal, cookies, bannanas, apples, chips and queso (kidding)) Madison is WAY more interested in her. She sniffs around hoping Betsy is in the mood to share (she usually does).

MADISON! How many teeth can you count?


Apples, yum.