Teeth, teeth everywhere

Poor Emily is getting all four top teeth at once. Grandma bought her some teething toys and popsicles, and we also invested in a real toothbrush so that we don't have to use the finger thing any more.
She was a bit like a dog getting her ears scratched when we brushed her teeth--and she cried whenever Jon would quit.

You can kind of see the bump on her left eye where she fell & hit the coffee table. Sadly, it did not produce an impressive black eye like we had imagined.