We have all been there. In a store, a restaurant, just leisurely going about your business, when out of the blue, you hear (what you are convinced are) sounds of a poor animal suffering a painful death. You prepare yourself for the crime scene that is sure to be around the corner… but no. Around that corner appears
WHAT happened to my sweet and happy baby!? I feel like someone has abducted my happy go-lucky little girl. I certainly did not sign up for this program! Ah, enter the era of teething. Boy is it interesting. G (7mo) had been seriously drooling for the past month or so, and I was expecting it to get worse, but wow, i’d be lying if I didn’t say these past few days have been challenging! I know she is miserable, which makes me miserable, which makes my husband miserable, which makes our whole house one big fat miserable hot mess!