When thinking of recent Hazel news, I realized that the common thread of this week's happenings all related to her mouth. We have continually been in the throes of teething joy, which all you moms and dads and nannies and grandparents need no elaboration upon. Hazel now sports four bottom teeth, four top teeth, and four potential molars pressing on her poor gums. Daily Tylenol and wine help. I'll let you decide who gets what medication.