I was thinking this evening about how much of our life I don’t blog about. There are so many things I would like to write about, questions I would like to ask, etc. but don’t feel the freedom to do so.
Two year molar… What is the word for it? Oh, yes. H E Double Hockey Sticks.
Our first sustained, total meltdown in a public place yesterday. You know the kind. Arching back, barely hold onto the child, loud vocal inflections, on the floor type stuff. (Only Caroline. David and I held it together.)
Total meltdown tonight at bedtime not helped at all by the fact that instead of drinking the Motrin (which she usually takes without any problem) she accidentally dumped it all over her hair and neck. This did not help the situation in more ways than one.
Teething. is. my. least. favorite. part. of. parenting. without. a. single. solitary. doubt.
The worst part is that she has been working on these teeth for MONTHS. I read one discussion board where a woman said her daughter worked on her two year molars for NINE MONTHS. Can I have an amen?
I miss my sweet little girl.
Okay, I just had to get that off my chest.