The girl's 8th tooth finally wrestled it's way out of her gums yesterday. It's one of the top middle ones and has been making her miserable for the past few days. Her smile is still full of crazy mis-matched teeth, but there's hope now that those front ones are in that it'll even out over the next few months.

Last night was also the second night in a row Julia has slept through the night.
Wait, maybe I shouldn't say that so loud, in case she hears and rebels.
Truthfully, she's been a great sleeper, and the past few months only waking up in the early morning hours for a snack. Occasionally, when a tooth was giving her hell, she'd be up a bit more, but not much.
Dare I say I may not be a sleep deprived mess when The Man comes home?