STOP GROWING

Ever since Ava got her vaccines on Thursday night, she's been a fussy little monster. Didn't want to be put down, didn't want to be left alone, didn't want to do anything we wanted her to do. It's been super fun over here.

I chalked it up to general post-vaccine fussiness, which the doctor warned about, but then Dave and the nanny both told me about how Ava was downright inconsolable one day while I was at work. She was screaming bloody murder. Then, that night, she woke up at 4am and wouldn't go back to sleep until 6am. We rarely have a night THAT bad, so we couldn't help but feel like something else was going on.

And we were right.

Behold.

Baby's first teeth coming in.

The nanny noticed it this morning when I was getting ready for work.

As of right now, we're fully stocked on baby ibuprofen, bought more washcloths to wet and put in the fridge, and managed to locate all the teething toys Rocco hasn't yet destroyed.

We're in this for the long haul.

Please pray.