fanging

The poor little miss can't seem to catch a break these days. She's a drooling mess soaking through bibs and onsies and covering anyone who holds her in slime. I was putting some homeopathic topical stuff on her gums today and I could feel the tiny bit of loose gum on the bottom covering the teeth. They seem so close, yet so dreadfully far away.

Having a baby really brought out my latent hippie tendencies, I mean I had a home birth, I drank weird tasting teas, and I was certainly all against drugging my child. However, the other day I was talking to a woman from La Leche League, who I assume to be about as hippie as they come, (they promote and help women with breastfeeding) about Leila's teething and she was all, "give her infant tylenol." And so I did. And a chorus of Birkenstock wearing angels sang. Seriously though, I give her half the recommended dosage when she starts to wail like a banshee and she chills out and drools pink stuff down her chin and looks like an adorable baby vampire with a hankering for barbie blood. I'll try to take a picture next time. In the meantime, here is Leila chilling in her Jolly Jumper, and yes that's a drool bubble on her lower lip.

One big thumbs up for jumping.