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.

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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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