|A crazed Jada battling the pain!|
I’d started to think that the girls had it out for me! They’ve been waking up incredibly early to infringe upon the self-proclaimed Me-time that I’ve been working so hard to protect. In the last few days my 4:45 a.m. start time has been heisted by a dancing Diva (see Tuesday, July 9th post) and a milk monster. And while I still haven’t figured out what spurred Zoe’s early morning dance-off, I’ve finally figured out why Jada has been so restless…she’s sprouting a tooth!
It’s got to be hard work growing a tooth! I mean…you’ve got to sit there and wait; a concept that even the most disciplined of us struggles to maintain. So yesterday as she quickly descended from laughing and giggling with Mommy, to air-boxin’ and brawlin’, it finally dawned on me that maybe it wasn’t meÂ she was aiming for (phew)…it was the pain!
|…and she’s probably also annoyed that I’m snapping photos instead of Â comforting her…|
We’ve been indulging in gum massages, frozen fruit, rubber thingy-me-bobs and a host of other remedies suggested by some sympathetic Moms out there (thanks for the advice and well wishes), but ultimately we’re gearing up to just wait it out.
While I know the ultimate gift is that we’ll both be better for having gone through this, (an even more patient Mommy and a meat grinding, veggie chompin’, buddah-bellied Jada), I’m already anticipating our celebration dinner…STEAK (orÂ maybe more chicken)!
What kind of hurt are you waiting out? Can you envision your impending celebration?
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