The teeth count is up to 6 now. Two on the bottom, four on top. It's a dangerous situation. Putting everything in her mouth is nothing new, but with the extra tools in there now, it's a whole new ball game. It started out with just a playful bite here and there.....Jared's leg, my shoulder, my a

rm...ok, that one hurt. So I finally decided it wasn't cute anymore, and that I didn't want biting to become a habit...especially around other kids. It was a tough realization, but I came to terms with the fact that I would have to start disciplining my little one. So, the next time she bit me I came out with a stern, "No, no!" Her reaction -- a great big belly laugh. She thought it was hilarious! She just giggled and smiled at me. I did everything to keep myself from laughing back at her reaction. Well, the next time it happened, I put my fingers on her lips and then said (possibly a bit more serious) "No, no!" Again...the giggles. So I guess I'll have to be even more of a mean mommy. I was discussing with my mom our theory of nice mommies and mean mommies. ("Mean" moms have obedient, usually well-behaved kids..."Nice" moms have brats that walk all over them.) I want to be a mean mommy....it's just so much harder than I thought it would be. I guess I'll have to learn this disciplining thing sooner than I was expecting. Until then...