The First Birthday Present I Gave to Mommy

Thursday was my mommy's birthday.  The night before, I overheard Daddy joking around with Mommy.  He told her that for her birthday I was going to give her another mastitis infection.  (I gave Mommy 4 infections that first four months I was alive.)  Although I didn't think I would be able to give her another bout of mastitis, Daddy's joke did give me a very good idea.  That night, while everyone was asleep, I worked very hard on my birthday present for Mommy.  I concentrated and focused and thought very hard about what I wanted to accomplish.  It wasn't quite ready by morning, but I knew it would be before the end of the day.

All day Mommy kept trying to get me to crawl.  She kept telling me that crawling would be a great birthday present for her.  Little did she know I had a better present in store for her!  It was finally ready by that afternoon.  I pretended to be hungry and fussed until Mommy decided to nurse me.  I ate for a little while and then I bit down, hard!  Mommy jumped in pain, looked at me, told me to stop biting and continued to try to feed me.  She didn't get it!  So I bit down again.  This time Mommy yelped, shoved her finger in my mouth and felt around my gums.  She had found my present - my very first tooth!  She was so excited she forgot about the sharp pain.  She called Daddy right away and wrote it down in my baby book.  I just knew she would love what I made for her.  I am such a good daughter!

Mommy tried to take pictures of my jagged little tooth but I wouldn't cooperate.  She did manage to get this cute picture instead.