First tooth!

You were home with daddy today.  He brought you upstairs as I was grading.  I had just fed you.  He said, "Stella has a tooth."  I said, "No way!  You're lying."  Sure enough, you had your first tooth poked through on the bottom left.  You were so mellow about it: no inconsolable crying in the middle of the night (you wake up but only because you get cold, at least that's our hypothesis), no diaper rash, no gallons of drool.  You'd been gnawing on your hands (and feet!) a lot, but otherwise no big deal.  I hope they all are that easy!