The Monster spent the majority of the morning prone on the couch, accompanied by Cashman and massive amounts of The Clone Wars and Wall-E with a sprinkling of Kung Fu Panda. He is still there, trying to rest, slurping yogurt and water. He declared this morning that it was a no sugar day and he was only eating healthy foods and drinking water. What a martyr. He even turned down ice cream.
Around lunchtime I was dealing with a tantruming Sugarbaby, which is nothing new, but mid-scream while her mouth was wide open, I noticed something. A tooth! Oh my gah! She is finally cutting a tooth! Baby Orajel and a cold teether to the rescue. Happy baby finally went down for a nap and mommy spent the last half hour reading my new magazines and folding laundry. In a completely quiet house. Wonders never cease.
Sugarbaby cutting her first tooth. This was after the orajel.
In other news, my good friend finally started a blog. You should totally go visit her. She's witty and intelligent and only a little bit white trash, but I'll let her explain all of that. So go give a newbie blogger some love at Short Trip to the Crazy Hospital. Gah, I just love the name of it. Why didn't I think of that. I guess I could have named mine, Not Enough Pills In the World. Or something like that.