Well, we're earning our stripes as parents. There has been a kind of pattern of bad night, bad night, normal night; bad night, bad night, normal night. That tooth is creeping its way in bit by bit. I can't get a picture of it yet; there's still very little elevation to Mt. Incisor. And lore has it that teeth come in pairs, so I don't think we're out of the woods yet. We're just trying to keep things as predictable and normal as possible so that there's not much else for her to cope with.
Maggie is making major gains in the crawling department, though. She's successfully gotten hand over hand over hand a couple times before she face plants and rolls over. Her biggest motivation is Eliza. When the pup is in her line of sight, she concentrates extra hard on coordinating all those moving parts. Soon she can roll her own ball and go after it too. How much fun for a little one!
