Yesterday Angry Baby was an ALMOST ANGEL (more on that later,) at her check up. Last night she was pure heaven! Papa Smurf and I got some MUCH needed rest. SHOUT OUT TO NYQUIL!
Sadly, I was lulled into a false sense of security. Even though her tooth is cutting through (finally!) she’s still not happy about it.
Can I be real with you for a second? Oh wait, that’s all I do.
(Crowd Collectively responds: Yes, Crib Keeper, Lay it on us! )
Angry Baby just lost her shiz. LIKE SERIOUSLY. She just got finished throwing the biggest temper tantrum, I’ve seen in months. She HATES teething. Poor Baby.
It’s insane how this rollercoaster of pain works. I’m so happy when the sun peeks out, but I can’t lose sight of how my lil’ storm cloud likes to roll (pun and it stays.) She doesn’t handle teething well, and why should she? I’m pretty sure that if I were having teeth rip through my gum-meat, I’d be screaming too. Just like I did when I was ANGRY BABY’S age. Funny how every single temper tantrum you throw in life comes back to haunt you.
All she wants to do is nap right now, so I’m letting her! I know what you’re thinking, and YES, I am going to finish her oatmeal and bananas, don’t you JUDGE ME.