Teething Bites the Big One!

Brynn is teething.

Yup. Teething.

Yes, I know how early it is for her to be doing this. I've already had a stern chat with her gums about this, to no avail.

Sigh

So. Now my normally lovely, happy, 0h-so-easy-going baby periodically (and rather unpredictably) morphs into a drooling, screaming banshee who won't eat and who seems intent on shrilling her displeasure directly into her mother's tender ears. It is like she's got some ultrasonic mutant powers going on there and she sure knows how to use them...she turns her head to ensure maximum mouth to ear exposure every single time.

In the baby book, this will euphemistically be referred to as a "developmental milestone" (mommy code for "unspeakably hellish experience") and in my musings on on the subject, I will diplomatically fail to mention that my daughter is the direct cause of the significant drop in my auditory acuity. However, just between you and me, I'm going to admit I love my baby girl but I hate teething.

Boo Teething!