We have had some visitors this week. Specifically, the Molar Monster and the Terrible Twos. And for the record, they are not welcome back. Although, for some reason I don't think they will be waiting around for an invitation.
Morgan Kate is cutting these enormous molars. Or they look enormous in her tiny little mouth. She must be cutting at least three, maybe more. They are causing drooling, bleeding, crying, diarrhea and restlessness. We have been up three nights this week with a baby in such pain from these molars. This tooth business is no game. The front eight teeth really didn't cause much pain. Lots of drooling, but none of the other stuff. But these molars have been the worst. We have been using tylenol around the clock and thankfully it does provide some relief.
I'm not sure if the Terrible Twos were really here or not. They didn't identify themselves. And it could have been someone or something that the Molar Monsters brought, but this week we have had major attitude. MAJOR. We have had a precious, adorable, almost twenty-one month old that will not listen and has forgotten the meaning of no. When she doesn't get her way she goes "boneless" and throws herself on the floor. And at times she is screaming at the top of her lungs. Despite her demeanor, at times I find myself giggling inside because even her fits are so darn cute. (Believe me, I do not reveal these giggles to her.)
Like I said, these are two visitors that I don't plan to invite back. But I know that they are the type of visitors that will show up without notice. And hopefully we will be better prepared.