D1 has, at long last, a tooth! A real, live, fully-exposed tooth, as verified by Grandma's test of clicking a metal spoon on it. (Note: if said spoon formerly was used to dish applesauce, getting it back out of D1's mouth is a real challenge.) This is a great relief to me, as I was beginning to envision myself straining her food until she reached the age of six.
D1 has also made great strides in crawling, and although she is more into army-crawling on her belly, finally prefers it to rolling as a means of transportation. I think she finds it easier to get where she originally intended to go. Her primary goal in life now is to dive off the edge of the bed or couch. Actually, the couch she can get off fairly safely if she just remembers to go feet first.
Last night we took her to the park for the first time. She found the people entertaining to watch, the slide was tolerable, and the swing was the greatest of all delights--the faster and higher, the better. Now we must figure out how to set up a swing for her at home. Unfortunately either our tree limbs are too high or our swing ropes are too short, but we have not been able to find a satisfactory place to hang it.