Baby Molars and Manipulation

I don’t care if she’s “manipulating” me — as the theory goes. This new standing-up-in-crib-and-screaming-at-the-door thing is sad and pain-ful!

It wrenches my heart out. Look how desperate! I can’t take it! So, I end up hugging her, petting her little head, until she sits and calms down.

It’s a new era, friends. It’s the stand-up era. Where the screams are louder, longer and gut-wrenchinger. Seeing her little face (the cheeks, oh, those cheeks…!) above the bars drenched with tears is the kicker. It’s my kryptonite.

So, I’m tired. Again. Very tired. And, I suspect the tired dayz are back….

The monkey went to sleep at a reasonable hour last night, albeit after much standing and screaming…. But…wait, what’s that tiny terrible, sort of squeeky but firm like, voice in my head reminding me about? Molars? Could it be? Noooooooo! Not molars. Alas, molars. Not only is the monkey standing in her crib looking more desperate to escape bedtime than ever, but molars are waking her/us up in the wee-est hours of the morning!

Noooo! We needs our beauty sleep! WAHHHHH!

Well, anyway, I suspect it’s molar time, everyone. Kind of like “hammer time,” but without all the hip hop and happy people. So, she’s standing like this in the wee hours of the morning, and I’m all done and kryptonited.

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In other news! I have landed a writing gig! Cheaty’s Celebrity Gossip Thursday: What the InterGossips Are Talking About is moving to a new home as of September 1st! We’ll be gossiping, recapping (with a twist) reality TV shows, soaps, etc., thrice a week. Awesome! I’m so excited and cannot tell you how honoured I am to join Urbanmoms.ca! It’s a terrific site, and the peeps there are enthusiastic and totally righteous, dude! I’ll keep you posted on what’s going on, fo sho!

I’m still thinking of a cheaty lil title for the new blog….Maybe I’ll give you a list of possible ones, and you’ll choose your fave…?