Last week, Harper seemed almost uncontrollably whiny. It was as if our habitually mellow, happy baby was transformed overnight into a golam. To our relief, we soonafter found a tooth protruding from her top gum, which explained Harp's uncharacterstic demeanor as the result of teething rather than her being posessed by a Tolkian (fictional ?) character. Still, I have to admit that the thought of her being that whiny another thirty times (how many teeth do humans have again? At least we're not sharks) at the hands of new teeth had me a bit distraught. That's why I rejoiced with such furvor when I found not 1, but 4 new teeth growing in the lil' babe's mouth. Right now you can really only see the front 2, but the proof that all 4 front teeth are slowly coming into existance is eviodent when she bites into a piece of Lindt dark chocolate. Or when she bites poor little Parker's finger.
A few days ago, Rivs and Harp were caught in the rain. Rivs chivalrously shed his shirt (to the pleasure of many-a-TVA-wives) and put it on Harper to protect her.
Smokin' on a Veggie Straw.
Babies are as bad as puppies when it comes to begging for food. Also, we need a couch.
After we had ruled out golam, the small mark on Harp's upper lip had us questioning if Hitler was to blame. Luckily, we found the teeth. Seem them?
Such lovely photos!!Really laughed at the Hitler remark Remember the movie Ratrace?
ReplyDeleteIs the pink dress the one from M&S??
Cant wait to see you all in Nov!
Hey Steph, Rivers, & Harper! Great to see you're back to blogging. I've been neglecting mine, but I've got a new post for today. Look me up on facebook so we can stay in touch. http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=160900924
ReplyDeleteI hear that if you rub a little whiskey on the baby's gums that will help calm her down ; )