I flipped threw my iPad, looking at old baby pictures of Fiona. It was amazing looking at how much she has grown in such a little time.

I came across a picture of her when she was 5 months old. She was crying and had her arm across her head. Her gums were all red and swollen, and her teeth were just starting to come in. She looked so pitiful, I would have done anything to take that pain away from her.

After flipping through some more pictures, I found her at 8 months, and her first two teeth were in on the bottom. She was smiling, and I could see Eli took my iPad, because I saw his finger holding her chin.

Later, when she was 10 months old, her two front teeth came in, and the next month, two more bottom teeth came in, and two more the next month.

When she was 15 months, her first molars came in, and finally, now she was growing her canines.

I knew that this was just one of the things that would change as she growed up, but it meant so much to me. I remember how happy and excited I was when I started to loose my teeth, waiting for the tooth fairy, just happy. I knew it wouldn't be that long before she would go through the same thing.

She is growing fast. It turned out, I was right about the whole potty training deal. She's already starting to potty train, much younger than most kids.

I was growing through more pictures when Fiona and Eli came busting into the room, and Fiona was crying per usual.

"Shhh, shut her up, she's going to wake the baby!" I said, but it was too late. Ava was awake, and she wasn't happy about it.

"Sorry, I tried to get her to be quiet, but she wouldn't calm down," Eli said.

I pulled the crib up to me, and picked up Ava. I laid across my chest, and debated how to get her to quiet down. Finally I decided it would be best to breast feed her, so I pulled my gown down and did what I had to do.

Meanwhile, Eli picked Fiona up and sat her on his lap.

"You have to be quiet around the baby," he said, but Fiona sat there still, sucking on her fingers and crying.

Eli pulled her hand away from her mouth, and looked in at her teeth.

"Oh, I see, your gums are hurting," he said.

He digged into her diaper bag and pulled out her favorite teething toy, her vibrating star, and slid it into her mouth.

Yet another sign that our baby wouldn't be a baby too much longer.

I looked down and I realized, that that was okay.