Baby is getting some teeth: which means that all I get to do is hold her and listen to her complain

She apparently is just as much of a drama queen as some people I know (HUSBAND!) (okay and me). She's been running a fever and wanting someone to hold her and make her feel better and crying and whining and chewing on random things she finds in the house and last night I spent a good hour walking her up and down the hallway with her head on my shoulder.

And then husband spent another hour walking her around while she smacked him in the face over and over again.

And then she finally went to bed during the Law and Order mini marathon.

She's been doing good today. Except that my mom just had a back spasm and it kind of freaked Baby out. She was trying to take care of her, and then making sure that she was doing okay. So, when push comes to shove, she knows others come first.