Monday, June 27, 2011

Want cheese with that Whine?

Holy. Crap. The last few days in the Collins Household have been unbearable rough. There's been a lot of this:
General displeasure with her current life ...

A lot of this:
Oh, Lord. It's starting again ...

Oh, and some of this:
This was because we wiped her hands off ... .
Beatrice Kate's behavior has spiraled out of control and gone from teenager-like tantrums to full-day, full-blown whine fests. My sweet, precious angel child has been replaced by a dying cat; whose incessant whining and crying are enough to make your ears bleed.

Teething seems to be the main culprit, as I can just barely make out the impression of at least 2 little teeth and 2 possible impending molars.

Then, there's the return of the Phantom Fever again. Never cresting 102, it's not been severe enough to visit Dr. Calm; but not mild enough to keep Bea comfortable in her crib. For once, her ability to shun all forms of clothing  was welcome and we kept said Fever in check with a little daytime Naked Time.

Sleep has been out of the question lately, unless of course daytime naps are all one needs to get by. Bea has really been an excellent sleeper for months now; sometimes going as long as 12 or 13 hours a night. So waking up four, maybe five times a night just to check on our response time is ... tiring. I'm very thankful for a husband who has super-sonic hearing these

Eating has been a huge freaking battle bit of a challenge too. If we offer waffle, she wanted banana. Offer banana, she wanted bacon. Offer bacon and well, she just wanted milk. But offer milk and Omigosh! I! Hate! Lactose! Even her usual go-to favorites like Cheddar Bunnies and Veggie Straws, even Berries, have become a source of contention.

So, Casey and I have to band together. Stay strong. Put up a United Front against our 20-pound, teething, feverish, sleepy, hungry Baby Tyrant.

I'm not going to lie though...We may need to call in for backup. Or at the very least, offer shots of whiskey to the entire family...including the dogs:
Taxing Arnold's food bowl, again I see.


1 comment:

  1. Oh goodness, look at those faces! My little one just started showing signs of teething last night and I'm beginning to get a little nervous. Hope you get some restful sleep soon!