deja phooey
Greetings gentle readers!
Brain good working not.
My angel (aka Puddin Face), never one to do anything by halves, is teething again/still…which is fine and all, (and by ‘fine’ I mean ‘pass the Thorazine’) but I thought it was just two teeth.
If you’ve seen the pics recently, she has three on the bottom, and the fourth one is poking through. Then I noticed that she had a little fangula hanging down from the top, where another one was starting to break through.
“Gosh” I said to myself, “That would be enough to make anyone fussy!” (only I didn’t really say ‘gosh’)
Don’t get me wrong….lil Puddin Face is pretty much a trouper about these things….she’ll get fussy off and on, but for the most part it only steps up a notch when she’s overtired or, ya know, it’s the middle of the night. So, no worries!
But this past week in between sunshine and rainbows there have been some distinct, rather more, um, ok….she’s been having meltdowns. Meltdowns. The screaming meemies, the snot nose, the whole nine yards. (and oh hey guess what? She’s not altogether fond of mommy trying to get a glimpse in there to see what we’re up against or, say, know roughly where to aim the Oragel)
Then a few days ago, in a rare fit of good humor, she was laying in my lap and we were goofin around as only we can, and she flung her head back, and I got a good luck at the top portion of her mouth.
Sweet.
Flippin.
Moses.
Not only are the two previously viewed teeth poking through, but FOUR MORE besides. You read that right.
SIX TEETH TOTAL. AT ONCE.
How oh how is that even possible??? My poor baby!! I’m amazed she can even smile at all, much less laugh at mommy’s dorkiness!
And all six of them seem to be coming in at the same rate. So there’s one on the bottom….and FIVE on the top. All four of her top teeth (two fronts and one on either side of them) and even a bigger one (not quite a molar….bicuspid? Wtf?) halfway back. That one just looks flat nasty and swollen and sore.
Now I know this is my first time out, (I nannied so many years ago I either don’t recall the teething years or I’ve blocked them out lol)….but can any mommies out there help me out on this one? Is this normal? Or am I raising a shark?
And finally….the whole purpose of this blog….was to share this with you.
I’ve lived in five different states now, and overseas for a few years in the UK, and I gotta tell ya, either I have some bad juju following me around or I’m living a slightly-altered version of Goundhog Day, because I get the freaky deaky sense that all of this stuff has happened to me before.
No matter where I live, no matter what the situation, (house, apartment, condo, semi-detached) or neighborhood, there are some universal truths that plague me like gingivitis.
Where was I? Ah, yes. Universal truths. Here they are for your perusal/amusal:
1) someone living in the immediate proximity will have to get up prohibitively early for work (always between 4 and 4:30 a.m.), and…this is crucial….must have an aging vehicle with a would-be-comical-under-any-other-circumstances kind of muffler (I can say that, I used to drive one, I paid my dues, now hush) that needs to be warmed up for close to 30 minutes before being driven.
*Bonus (and also current situation) for having to fire up the headlights and give new meaning to the term ‘blinds’ which naturally hang next to the bed. (I won’t even mention that having the headlights on seems to be counterproductive to getting the car fired up. Oh, wait….I guess I will mention it)
2) (and I thought I escaped this one this time, until we got new neighbors next door {who share a wall, natch} last month and they also have a) dog that barks and yips all the livelong day. I was a psych major (shocker, I know!). There has been extensive research. Wanna know the kinds of sounds that drive people around the bend the fastest? Uncontrollable, intermittent noises. Seems that anything that has even the remotest rhythm to it can be incorporated into background noise. Huh.
Gosh, what does a barking dog emit again?
(and please PLEASE understand that this is coming from a dog person. The people who own said dogs are *not* dog people, or they wouldn’t leave the dog tied up all the time to bark and yip all day. In fact, I’d happily take it off their hands for them. Em would have a ball! Only reason we don’t have one right now is since our place is too small. Plus my dog would eat their dog. Call it a hunch)
I had no idea that *we* would be the quiet ones. (six teeth nonwithstanding!)
3) there will be someone who parks very close to where my slumbering head abides who has a car alarm set to go off in a strong breeze (which is up to and including the random exhalation from a passing cat)
*Bonus: the owner of said vehicle is the very LAST person to hear it. Always. (and btw how is that even POSSIBLE??)
4) the biggest spiders will come charging across the floor when I’m barefoot. It’s like a rule, or something. The message went out on their spidery network of pure evil, and followed me across continents. It’s unprecedented.
Ok. I could go on (as you well know!) but I don’t want to upset the delicate balance around here and I’ve had my early warning, as it were.
Comment! Vent! Have a blast! Blast a have!
(wow, I need sleep)
Huzzah!