Is that the number of toys Baby had out today? No. Could it be the number of times she took her books off the shelf? Nope. The number of minutes she napped?
No, that was the read out on the thermometer on Friday. So after I picked her up from daycare, and gave her some serious lovin’ and some tylenol, we cuddled up for a late afternoon nap. She was pretty cranky all night, even waking us up around midnight to tell us how grumpy she was.
When we awoke after 7 (a miracle), panicked over why she got up so late, and took another temp reading, she was back to her very normal 98.6 degree self. What could it be? we thought. After a couple of hours of pondering, we discovered the solution to why our baby was so warm the night before. One of her wee little molars finally made its appearance.Â
Our little baby is growing up and getting her big girl teeth. At least there aren’t 103 of these left.
I have noticed an over-abundance of little bruises and scrapes on our little punkin’ lately. Of course, we’re not bad parents, but the first thing that pops into my head whenever we’re in public is, “please don’t think we abuse this poor child.”Â
Of course, what I say is, “yes, this is our darling little klutz, isn’t she graceful?”Â
So where do this purply blue splotches come from? Oh, let’s see…it could be from climbing onto the kitchen chair and dancing on the seat with excitement. Or it could be from running through our hardwood floored house in socks. Or perhaps it’s from crawling under the coffee table/bookshelf/bench/couch to retrieve a toy. It could also come from the walking down the sidewalk while looking up into the trees or watching the boys across the street play hacky-sack or the woman walking her dog.
And each of these times: SMACK! Down goes our little klutz. Now, if she’s anything like her mommy, she will have these bruises until sometime in her adult life (I still don’t know where that bruise on my elbow came from).
But I still fuss and fret over every new bump, bruise, scrape, and bit lip.
