Aaaand we have hit teething.
Hard.
My normally sweet, kind, quiet little girl is now a slobbery, angry, screamy mess. It’s uncool.
As far as daycare goes, we havent seen that lady since we complained. She’s been taken care of by two fantastic women who, I think, like Julie the best because she’s (usually) quiet and calm. There are now a few other children in there, all older than ours. Most can walk or crawl, whereas the monkey isn’t mobile yet. We sometimes find her in a boppy with a toy or leaning forward out of a boppy trying to eat a ball. Or sleeping.
She still likes to sleep.
Alot.
Next week she gets another round of shots and we’ll see where she in the grand scheme of percentiles. Not that I really care, in the end. She’s my happy kid, and therefore she’s perfect. I dare anyone to tell me otherwise.
So yeah, that’s life.
On nom nom nom.
