5 Months

It has been has been a month filled with excitement and turmoil!

How startled you were the first few times when you woke yourself from a deep sleep because you had flipped onto your stomach while in dream land.  

Thank goodness you found Thumb.  Suck-suck-suck to relieve your angst.  

You sorted things out--- 

--but then something even more horrible your way came.  

A tooth.  And then another tooth.  

Don't leave me!  Don't put me down!  Hold me, help me, feed feed FEED me!  

Drooling, weepy little bear.  Up every other hour at night, because two teeth make you feel lonely, scared, and sore.  I wish I could tell you it gets better with teeth, but unfortunately evolution is still working on that one.  I had to have my teeth drilled last month; the horror!  They try to make it bearable; they hang iPads from the ceiling, and you can watch Forrest Gump while they're in there bulldozing away.  But it doesn't really help and I too felt lonely, scared, and sore.  

--I understand your pain. 

But in spite of teeth and tummy flops, every morning you wake up happy like the sun.  

Eloise-- I am moody and tired, but there you are in a yellow onesie, laughing and eating your toes.  I give in because you're right; the day is bright and new, with or without teeth.   

My mouth feels funny.

Chewing on my feet will help!

My new teeth are right in here!