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The Gremlin is getting teeth... again. It seems like a never ending cycle. Occasional crying leads to waking up several times at night, which leads to not wanting to eat, which leads to continual crying and not going to sleep. Then, val-la, you have a tooth. We get about a slight reprieve, and then it happens all over. And for some reason it seems like she usually gets them two at a time, which just makes it worse.

Right not she is getting two molars, one on each side on the top. The weekend was tough, but now we know the who, what and where, so we can start treatment... Tylenol and Orajel.

It also means we are on a bit of a liquid diet. Lots of blueberry smoothies. Although last night pizza seemed to hit the spot. So today, we went to the nanny with food of all consistencies and textures... leftover pizza, cheese slices, blended fruits and veggies, yogurt, rice and squash. Fingers crossed something does the trick or it will be a very long day.

Reminds me of the days of finding tiny white puppy teeth on the floor, in my jacket sleeves and embedded into my skin. At least The Gremlin's teeth don't hurt me. Ouch. Those puppy teeth left me with so many cuts on my arms, people thought I was going through a "cutting" phase.

Here we are, "drinking the Kool-aid" as they say. In the last shot she is waving hello to all her fans. :)


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