{a.k.a. Too Many Blurry Photos of Hyper Toothless McGeezer}
Tessa is a whirling dervish, a grinning tornado, an intrepid explorer, a lean, wiry, happy, chummy, social blur of curiosity. She makes friends wherever she goes with naught but a gummy smile. This has been a month of finessing her mess-making abilities (she's made great strides with her speed), jabbering like crazy, pulling herself up to stand on everything, tongue-clucking louder than a grown man, clapping and waving and saying bye-bye because it makes her feel important, and still not having any more than half of one tooth to eat her elephant-sized three square meals a day (which she insists be as identical as possible to ours).
She went to her first concert in a wondrously-renovated barn-coffeehouse in nothing other than the great metropolis of Nanticoke just this past weekend. It was supposed to go from 7 to 10 p.m. and ended up going even later, and I was unsure how she'd hold up. I never should have doubted her powers of extroversion. She bounced to the music, clapped vigorously whenever everyone else did, and generally had a wonderful time until she finally got drowsy enough to drop off to sleep while I mercifully plugged her one unsnuggled ear.
Tessa is a delight from tip to toe, as loved as can be by us all and remarked upon with great satisfaction by various siblings many times a day.
We are all grateful for these ten months with our baby.
This photo to begin, only because this is what it was like to try to take a single, solitary good picture of her lying down next to the 10 month tag. This, over and over again.
