What I used to call "torture time," tummy time has now become one of Caroline's favorite activities of the day. She has developed quite a bit of strength, if I may brag a little, and looks like she's about to start crawling. She moves her legs and kicks but can't seem to get them to propel her forward yet. She's figuring it out, slowly but surely, and it's so fun to watch.
She's about to roll over in this shot.
Taking a breather on her back. Being in the push-up position is tiring, Mom!
Look at me, sitting up. Well, almost. For a few seconds at a time. 
But it's hard to sit up-- or do anything, really--when you constantly need something in your mouth. 
But it's hard to sit up-- or do anything, really--when you constantly need something in your mouth. Whether it's a few fingers...
a teething ring...
or even a foot...
something is always in this girl's mouth.
I swear, Caroline is going to cut a tooth any day now. Every morning at breakfast, I pry open her mouth, pull back her lips and do a "tooth check." Corey thinks I'm nuts, but I just know she's gonna have some chompers soon!
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