As I sit here, baby girl is locked up in her pen watching a little Handy Manny. Yes, I let baby girl watch tv. Gasp! Shock! Awe!
But our Tuesday just began way too early. We were up at 5:33 am. I tried to snuggle her back to sleep. She responded by kicking me in the head and smacking my face. But don't worry baby girl followed it up with a "No!" to herself and a kiss for her mama. Mama did not respond so well. Mama put her in the pack and play and counted to 10 and then 20 and then 30...
Let's go back a few paces. As a baby girl's mama, I have been used to getting this:
a lot more than getting this:
And this morning at 5:30 am, all I really wanted was this:
But alas I no longer have an infant. I have a toddler. A toddler who pushes boundaries, a toddler who does something she knows she shouldn't, tells herself "no!" or even "stop!", smiles and does it again.
As she threw her food on the floor this morning, I
lamented whined to newbie about wanting a biter. A biter I was prepared for. This I was not!
But as I sit here, I remind myself what an easy road I have had. From conception to birth to now and I am extremely grateful for that.
Oh, I just wish they were born with a full set of teeth. Breastfeeding painful? Yep, but not nearly as painful as teething.
As I count to ten multiple times today (it is just gonna be one of those days), I will tell myself that teething does not last forever. That no matter how bad it seems right now (while she is getting all 4 molars in at one time!),
This Too Shall Pass.