Caroline and her fish. One of her top teeth has broken through - I'll try to get a picture of it later. She's napping now, tired from waking at 3:30am and keeping us up for about an hour.
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Caroline and her fish. One of her top teeth has broken through - I'll try to get a picture of it later. She's napping now, tired from waking at 3:30am and keeping us up for about an hour.
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Does Caroline like the aquarium I gave her? I'm hoping it's more than a chew toy.
That tooth has been through for a couple of weeks, but is now very visible. The second tooth looks to be on the verge of gum breakage as well. It will probably break just as the next set of teeth readies itself to pain Caroline and disrupt her sleep. Ah....teeth.
Tell Caroline to be careful with those teeth! Kelly doesn’t even know this yet, but this morning I heard what has become a common sound since Sophie started standing and taking steps: a deep thud. Most commonly, she’s up and playing again in her playpen (which used to be called our living room) within seconds. This time the few seconds of silence was not followed by delightful screeches or random “words” spoken to Elmo or “itten” ( her version of “Kitten” for scout) – this time a shriek ripped into the kitchen. I looked and (stop reading here if you’re squeamish about blood) her entertainment station, lip and/or tongue, and one of those razor sharp lower teeth (I can only assume, since the upper ones don’t look or feel as dangerous) had conspired to ensure that daddy’s already less-than-stable mental state (when it comes to the safety of those he loves) was even more shaken: blood flowed quite freely from her mouth, and had already been smeared or splashed as far back as her ears, and a white blanket on the floor was splattered with the life-blood of our dear girl. Fortunately, for her at least, the episode was over as soon as I held her close, and Elmo’s Spanish guitar playing friend was now the center of attention. I, of course, was still (as the kids in the eighties used to say) freaking. I cleaned all of the blood away and no more appeared. I didn’t even dare probe to see if it was tongue or lip pierced by one of those newly-formed scythes. She happily took the cold teether I offered, and I hastily took a handful of Xanax. I can’t really put my finger on it, but something about seeing Sophie screaming with a mouthful of blood doesn’t sit well with me. We’re both going to take naps now.
Caroline, you are hereby forbidden from walking without a mouth guard. :)
good. b/c while i'm sure she doesn't know me from a ceramic pink frog, she's among those i love. also, that's an adorable picture.
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