Halfway to a year

Quinn is half of a year old, and as happy and grinny as ever.
In fact, her grin has a couple of additions... two new teeth!

On Saturday:

Landon: Ow! Quinn bit me!
Carrie: Landon, Quinn doesn't have teeth.
Landon: Yes she does.
Me: (Grabbing Quinn and putting her on my lap) Ow! Quinn bit me.

Two little teeth pushed through her bottom gum.

Still, I wouldn't describe Quinn as having many fussy moments to get to the tooth breakthrough.

In fact, not only did she get new teeth, but she is also sitting up without much problem, able to roll and helicopter to get to what she needs, and will no longer allow toys to be taken without protest. She clearly prefers me, but happily smiles at anyone who makes eye contact.