Olivia's top two teeth buds are coming through.  A wee bit late, but still worth celebrating.  Every time she throws her head back to protest or let out a cry (which is often), I take the opportunity to do a quick survey.  Here is what I see -

Two middle bottom teeth are standing tall.  Crooked, but tall.
A smaller single bottom left tooth next to the middle two is clearly visible.  It seems smaller, so it's not as immediately noticeable.  I patiently wait for its partner, the fourth one on the bottom.  Where is it???
One big molar on the top left has come through.  It seems odd and out of place, but it's very useful to Ollie.  She uses it to crush her calamari and french fry.  I'm told it's not very common for those to come out before the rest.  Olivia the rule breaker.

Two middle top ones are coming through!!  I can feel them!

Soon Olilie will look like a bunny.

Olivia Do at 17 months.  Standing tall.  Looking like a big girl. 

No matter how old I get, leaving my parents' house never gets any easier.  This past July 4th weekend was no exception.  If anything, it was the hardest of all.  This time, I wasn't the only one sad.  My daughter cried in her car seat as soon as we started the car, leaving her nai nai and yei yei behind.  She cried heartbreaking wails until she fell asleep.  I tried to comfort her but was tearing up myself.  It all felt a bit childish.  What 35ish year old woman with a family and baby of her own cries when she leaves her parents' house?

Me.  I suppose nowhere else do I feel more loved, more taken care of, more at home.

Olivia feels the same way.

Birthday cake for yei yei.  

SSI pier.  Olivia's wind blown hair. 

Feeding yei yei crackers.  Olivia loves to share. 

Olivia ate calamari!!  She took them straight off my plate and stuffed them in her mouth.  Who knew.   

Eating McDonald's French Fries for the first time on the drive home.  She ate 5... probably more if I let her.