Anything and everything is material for chewing. There was, literally, a puddle of drool on the exersaucer each day this week. So far only two teeth, but evidence of others soon on the way. Ironically, while the teeth are coming in, Owen still cannot fully hold his own teether, so today he sat on the couch with Mom, who held it in his mouth for him and got all the after effects. It reminds Mom of the scene from Turner and Hooch ("Maybe we can package it and sell it as some kind of industrial lubricant..."). Yesterday included a trip to Babies R Us to buy a new stroller and carseat. After watching Owen's feet knocking into the magazines and batteries in the checkout line, Mom and Dad thought it best not to tempt fate by keeping him in it any longer. The length maximum is 26 inches, and Owen is already 27 1/2.