Teething Bites

It's not quite 1:00pm on a Thursday, and I'm blogging from home. Wish it was a vacation day, but my baby girl is home sick. Nothing serious, but it still makes me sad. You can always tell when she isn't feeling well--the ever-present sparkle in her eyes disappears.

She's been trying to cut her incisors for about a month now, and they're finally getting the best of her. Yesterday was a really rough day for her with my parents (she cried and cried and didn't want David to leave her yesterday morning--she NEVER does that), and the night was not much better. She hates teething rings (always has)and the only thing that she really ever wants when she's teething is to bite on her pacifier. No cold washcloths, no Orajel, nothing--she rejects it all. She's a tough cookie, that's for sure. I did give her some Tylenol before bed, but her sleep still wasn't very deep. At about 6am I decided enough was enough--she just needed a day to snuggle up with her mama and feel better. I ran to work and prepared for a sub and then came back home so David could get ready for work. She watched her daily episode of "Mickey Mouse Clubhouse" (today we used clues to solve Minnie's mystery, in case you missed it--ha!) and ate some yogurt and scrambled eggs for breakfast. Then we snuggled, colored, played with her favorite flash cards, had some apple juice, and she helped me fold some laundry. She loves laundry. Stay that way, darling daughter--be better than your mother. Ha!

Daddy came home at lunch to check in on his girl, and right after she was done eating, she took my hand and led me into our bedroom. I put her in our bed and the girl was out like a light in no time. Poor little thing--hope she can sleep restfully and feel better.

Here's hoping Little Miss Sparkle Eyes is back tomorrow!