Teething… Or Something

It’s been a rough couple of days in Casa Voyles. Mornings are great, easy, routine. Afternoons are akin to the 6th ring of hell. Around 2 PM every afternoon now, Scout has a royal, epic meltdown. It can last 30 minutes, it can last 90 minutes. Of course she adds intermittent breaks for Mom’s convenience so I can pee in between the shrieking, crying and hysterics.

It could be a number of things, but really I think it’s a combination of a few things. First… we’re weaning during the day. She can have access to the tatas all night long – but I’m limiting her nursing throughout the day. I’m going back to work soon, and I really need to be boob-free. So I’m sure her attachment issues are running rampant at the moment. Secondly, TEETHING. I think. She drools like I’ve never seen her drool before. The River Thames is running from her mouth to anywhere she makes contact. She’s also fisting her mouth like it’s a college drinking competition and she’s in it to win it, folks! So, teething. I know I may not see them for a while. I know they’re lurking under the surface of her baby gums and every afternoon they probably inflame and annoy the shit out of all of us.




And still… she’s still cute as a button. This morning we went up to the outlets and walked around. Turns out only two types of people walk around shopping outlets on a Tuesday morning at 10 AM: Young Asian women with obscene amounts of money (I watched a college-aged Asian girl buy a $179 dress…. WTF?) and moms with strollers. Holla!!! I now fall into that category. And it was DAMNED FUN. Doing it again Friday. Who’s with?



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