Four weeks. Four weeks of teething. Or rather, four weeks of projectile vomit (I’ve never jumped out of bed so fast in my life), late night wake ups ranging from 7 to 294 times per night (this is only a slight exaggeration), swaddle regret (our crutch is now a curse—girl NEEDS that thing to sleep), the worst diaper rash my eyes have ever seen, and exhaustion (need ALL the coffee).
And poor Teagan. This has to be taking a toll on her as well but she’s taking it like a champ. Other than waking up a lot at night she’s still the happiest baby on the block but those sore puffy gums say otherwise.
The blessing of the teeth did stop with Teagan. Parker’s top two molars finally popped through last week and boy oh boy if you lived within a one mile radius of us you sure would have known it. Tantrum city in the S house it was.But it’s a new day. Teagan had a six hour sleep stretch last night, Parker is in a great mood, no doubt making good all the not so good from last week, and it’s the weekend. All is well.
And while it's weeks late and has absolutely nothing to do with this post, an Easter recap:
Parker was stoked for her bunny pancakes I made...
...but not that stoked for the actual bunny.