Happy St. Patrick’s Day–Teething Time

Today was a gorgeous day outside.

The temperature was perfect. I got to wear capris and a sleeveless top, with a light hoodie that I took off as the day got warmer.

Anneliese got to play in the grass and clovers.

But she wasn’t really feeling it… which I’m 98% sure is because she’s teething again.

My never-fussy (only cries when super-sleepy) baby was fussy today. She had snot, and felt warm, and coughed a little, and sneezed some. All of which she was doing right before her bottom teeth popped through. Ibuprofen keeps the swelling down enough that she no longer had the snot/cough/sneeze, and hopefully it reduced her pain too.

Yes, we have the amber necklace on. Yes, I give her Borion’s camilia drops, chamomile drops, and Hyland’s teething gel. My friend Amber picked up some teething tablets (not Hyland’s but the same ingredients. I forgot the name of them though) for Anneliese too – so sweet.

After a 6pm meltdown, and an hour and a half of holding, nursing, and holding some more, Anneliese fell asleep. Two minutes later, she was awake again, crying at the top of her lungs. So I took her out of her room for some half-hearted (on her part, not mine) playtime.

Have I mentioned before that I love watching Anneliese play? The way she explores her toys is just so fun to see.

And even if she’s not feeling well…

…she finds her toys fascinating.

She’s learning that pieces of things go together.

(Don’t be too impressed by this picture. The square was already there, and she was banging the triangle on the puzzle base, not gently placing it in the hole. Yes, she’s a baby. But Mother, if you want to share this with your friends and tell them she’s a genius and can do puzzles already, feel free.)

And she watches me watching her. We talk about the toys, or I talk and she listens. Sometimes she talks but I don’t know what she’s saying yet.

But then this happens… tired again. And the sleep stuff I’ve been posting about lately? Still good. 5 minutes from lights out to her sleeping on her bed. That was half an hour ago.

Soft and drowsy hours are creeping,
Hill and vale in slumber sleeping,
Mother dear her watch is keeping,
All through the night

An Irish wish for my daughter on this St. Patrick’s Day:

May love and laughter light your days,
and warm your heart and home.
May good and faithful friends be yours,
wherever you may roam.
May peace and plenty bless your world
with joy that long endures.
May all life’s passing seasons
bring the best to you and yours!