A Peg...

So, the last two weeks have been just horrendous.

The Wee One has been so miserable. I was commenting to a friend the other day that I had gone past breaking point and was just. Broken. And was crying. Alot.

I had exhausted all options. Was she teething? Was she sick? Did I need to take her to a doctor?

Instinctually I knew she wasn't sick and I had been to the doctor not so long ago and he had said she was fine. I thought it might be teeth but was confused at how long the teething episode seemed to be lasting. So I just waited. And hoped. And begged for it to be over.

She has been okay the past few days though and was getting back to her normal little self, albeit a little clingy but still far more settled than before.

But then tonight when putting her to bed it happened. Again. She started crying not long after she had gone to bed. Teething? I thought again and decided I would put some teething gel on her gums, you know. Just in case. And heck maybe even trusting my first instinct for a change.

And I felt it. That little rough surface just piercing the top of her gum.

Her very first little toothy peg.

*sniff*

I think I'm going to cry.

Some Days...

I question my parenting ability.

Today would be one of those days.

I Don't Wanna...

.... do today! I am sooooo tired.

My gorgeous little girl - and I have to say I don't think I would have used that term after a night like last night with the other two - must not be feeling herself because we were up. Every. Hour until 4.30 this morning when I finally was graced with a 2 hour nap.

I want to hide away in my office and let them all fend for themselves but I know I have to get AJ ready for school and the little ones ready to do some grocery shopping that just has to be done or we'll be eating 2-minute noodles for lunch, dinner and breakfast tomorrow.

But above all else I look at her and think. Wow! What did I do without you? I think I may have just produced the SWEETEST baby EVER!!!

*sigh*

And you know what? I'm not clucky. Not one little bit. I might be a little sad that the baby days are nearing an end. Not enough to want another one though. She has completed our family.

My husband must be so relieved! LOL

Assume Nothing ...

Monday morning I took a couple of shots of the Wee One looking all clever like and extremely pleased with her new ability to stand at the furniture.

Fast forward to yesterday where I innocently thought I would just peek my head into her room to check that she was asleep - the room had gone silent so I figured she had settled herself - and not in some strange contortionist type position that would wake her within minutes...

WRONG!!! 

Sleep? Are you for real, Mum? 

When I can do this now! 

I am. Never. Sitting. Down. Again!!!

Captivated...

By none other than ....

.... 1, 2, 3, 4, Hi-5!!! 

They've got another one. 

I think it's official.

They are a cult.