Both of Charlie's grandmothers have requested photos of the new tooth, so we just attempted a photo session with the little pearl. It was unsuccessful, to say the least. Corey abjectly refused to participate at first, and then only reluctantly tried to help. Charlie turned into a squirmy wormy and suddenly her tongue was everywhere. Trying to hold her still, pin down her arms, pull down her lower lip, keep the mouth open, and move that tongue was absolutely impossible. So, there are still no photos of the tooth. I have caught brief glimpses of it, but mostly I know it's there by feeling it with my finger.
Oh, and to all those hilarious jokesters who told me I would most certainly be the first to know when Charlie got her first tooth (because of the breast feeding), you were wrong! Technically, Vandy Auntie Angela made the discovery. So there!
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