Molly is cutting her first tooth...

Poor little girl was just fine this morning. We packed up and headed over to a friend's house for a gathering. Greg went on and walked over with Molly because she needed some fresh air. I was just getting in the car to go over, and I get a call. Apparently she started to cry before they got to our friend's house. I get there, and she is just freaking right out, and it continued. Nothing would console her. So we gave her some tylenol, and packed her up to bring her home. She cried so much she went to sleep, and she seemed better. Then she got fussy again. I felt around in her mouth, and I can feel the tooth beneath the surface.