We offered milk, we walked, we bounced, we sang, we cuddled. We tried lying on Mama's chest. We tried lying on Papa's chest. We hit the Baby Tylenol. We pulled out the frozen teething rings. All to no avail. The wailing continued for three hours. We ended up taking her downstairs. I curled up on the couch and Mojo tended to her all night long on the day bed. I think they ended up getting a few hours sleep between 4:00 AM and 8:00 AM, but it was a long, painful night.
It's the teeth. I believe the canines are coming in. All four (of course). Possibly a molar, too, but it's hard to say because she won't let me look. Mojo thankfully wrangled most of the night, as I had a long day of dress rehearsal looming.Dress rehearsal? What's this you say? I've not mentioned this year's theatrical endeavor? No, I don't think I have. And, quite frankly, I must leave you all in suspense a little bit longer. I'm tired. I'm cranky. My feet hurt from walking around and standing on concrete all day. I am a tad headachy and tired beyond belief.
So I'll leave you with this thought:
"You will do foolish things, but do them with enthusiasm. "