After this tirade on the evils of teeth (and a new poop story, this one not so cute), Anya gave me an early Valentine’s present and slept for six hours straight. And here’s the kicker: she did it while I was also sleeping. Of course, I was woken by Lily crying for Daddy about half way through that six hours, but hey at least the baby slept! Weeee!
Now she’s got the teething snots and drooling freak show we all know and love, so my bets are that the evil and decidedly British teeth will make an appearance with in the next few day. Anyone wanna place a wager as to when exactly?
