23 Weeks.

Brooke is 23 weeks old. I know what you're thinking: "23 weeks? Who cares? That's an oddball occasion to celebrate." And I'd agree with you most of the time. But in this 23rd week of life, our little woman decided to grow the heck up. She got old this week, my friends. How so?

~She now has 2, count em, TWO teeth! I tried my very best to capture it in a photo (do you have any idea how hard it is to get a 5-month-old to open her mouth long enough to snap a picture?) You can kinda see the first tooth (the one on the left) but the 2nd has just barely broken through the gum.

~She has decided she wants to roll both ways now. She has conquered getting over that second arm to roll from back to belly, which is now her favorite way to go. She especially likes to do it in her bed, which then makes her angry because she can't fall asleep on her belly...yet.

~She can now drink from a straw. This is huge. And very beneficial to her, though she doesn't even know it yet. It means she'll get even more sips of Mommy's water while we're out and about.

~She scoots backwards. She'll go across the room if you let her, though she's not thrilled about doing it. She still doesn't like being on the tummy all that much.

~She helps me sort the mail. Ok, well not really, but it was funny to watch her throw the ValPak coupons everywhere.

~She has started rocking on her hands and knees - could we be in the beginning stages of crawling already? Sheesh!

~She wears 2-piece jammies now. I realize this isn't a developmental milestone or anything, but she looks so old in them! And as the jammies say, she is one in a million!