Living With A Shark
Ok, I don’t really live with a shark but at the moment it feels like my daughter has been teething for years. When she opens her mouth I fully expect to see three rows of gleaming razor like objects.
For the last two days she has been cranky, crabby and gnawing like crazy. All typical teething events and I think that the two that are coming in are about through, at least I hope so. I need to get more than four hours of sleep.
This would have been nothing at 18, from a physical standpoint. From a maturity standpoint I wasn’t ready then, but it would be nice to be able to go all night the way that I used to.
The best part of all this is when she takes a nap on my shoulder. I love the way she just collapses there and falls into a deep slumber. I don’t sleep like that all that often anymore, with the footloose and fancy free manner that children do. Every now and then it happens, but not like it used to.
I take it back, the best part is not when she falls asleed on my shoulder. It is when she climbs into my lap to ask for a story or when she smiles at me or when she says “I love you.”
The best part is just having her in my life.