|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 ... .|
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
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.|