Oh what do you do with a teething baby? One who whines and cries and demands to be constantly held? I tried throwing her out onto the screened in porch. She liked it for a bit, but after a while the novelty wore away and she fell back to whining. And crying. And wanting to be held. Constantly.
So then I gave her a cooled pineapple rind. That hit the spot. That top tooth of hers is really giving her some trouble - I've never seen a top tooth take so long to come in! She gnawed the rind down pretty well, considering she only has three teeth. But after a while she got bored with it. And started whining. And crying. And wanting to be held. And saying something along the lines of "I want some ibuprofen! Stat! Oh, and a salty snack, if you have one."
And so I gave her some ibuprofen. And a nice, cold, salty pickle from the fridge.
And all was well. (For a while, at least.)
p.s. I think Tess looks a lot like me when I was a baby. Do you agree/remember, Dad?
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