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Living With A Shark

January 9, 2006 by Jack Steiner

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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.

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