Poor little Sabrina is teething already. Somehow we have not yet gotten a pic of her gnawing on her tiny fist, but I'll remedy that soon. I hold her on my lap and she mauls my thumb, or a knuckle, for as long as I can stand it.
Teeth already. She's eleven weeks old. None of her newborn outfits ever fit, and now she's growing out of some of her 6-12 month stuff. She's a monster, I tell you. A beautiful, amazingly sweet and magnetic monster.