Our Little Woodchuck

So the past few days, Mia and I visited her Grandma and Grandpa in Denver. We were pampered and spoiled and had a great time hanging out, going to the zoo, having nice meals ... the works. Well, one day, Mia was supposed to be napping though she disagreed since there were more exciting things to do downstairs with everyone else. I could hear that she wasn't sleeping (gotta love baby monitors) but she wasn't crying so I left her upstairs in the crib thinking that eventually she'd fall asleep. She didn't. I finally gave in and went to get her up (at least an hour later) to find that during that time she had put her new teeth to good use and had chewed the heck out of Grandma's nice wooden crib. Ooops. That's never happened before and I hope it's not a new habit since our crib at home is dent/bite-mark free and has to last for at least one more (and hopefully more than that) child. Needless to say, Grandma has named Mia her little "Woodchuck" ... fair enough I guess.