Look out Tooth Fairy, here comes Anna

Yay! The Tooth Fairy needs to update her records, 'cos Anna's first tooth has sprung the nest! Exactly where it should be, apparently (bottom LHS); she's such a little textbook. She's being all coy and won't let me look at it (she lets me feel it alright, though!), but I've seen it through my tricky use of superior technology that she is too young to know about yet – I let her grab 'n' gum my glasses, then I can see the teensy tiny spiky thing as she's chewing on the lens. (Yes, I know it's glass: I'm expecting a raid from the child protection squad any minute now).

I can only see the spectacle via the spectacles: how terribly post-modern and allegorical.

For some insane reason, I feel immensely proud. Ridiculous really, as I haven't done anything at all apart from keep Anna alive for the past 6 months – and lets face it, despite my frequent fears that I have stuffed it up irreparably, it can't be too difficult given that your average sloth can manage it on its two-hour per day schedule. Anna herself hasn't even done anything, except guzzle the boobs I keep shoving at her and look in wonder at everything and keep me on an endless guessing game about how many minutes she will sleep at any given nap time. This is obviously enough, though, to produce a glorious shining tooth, and I am one proud mama.