Still no teeth. But believe me, it's not for lack of trying. With all the agony it was causing her the other night, you'd think that she's going to sprout five-inch fangs any moment now. But at least all this isn't affecting her energy level: she's still cruising and crawling and attempting stairs all over the place.
The effect it's having on my nerves is a totally different story. She's in a "Mommy is the best pacifier EVER!" stage, which means that in effect, I have a 17-pound band-aid attached to me wherever I go.