My little sugarplum...

Is nothing but a sour pill these days. I have one little word: molars. Wow. I can’t say that I wasn’t warned. While I chocked her attitude up to having Roseola [AGAIN] with 103+ temps the whole week of Christmas + a doctor’s visit, little did I know we’d recover from that and go right into molars. EB has handled her teeth quite champ-like….until…… well, Christmas, OF COURSE! My oh my.

This little sugarplum was so excited. She got overwhelmed and went to her old basket of toys learned to finagle the wrapping paper to perfection. The great mood carried itself right through Christmas morning. She was FULL of some lovin’ and lamp pole dancing swingin’ (I did NOT teach her that). More wrapping paper unwrapping and Grand Millie giggling. A tad bit of clowning around….
AND THEN…. THE ATTITUDE OF THE YEAR ENTERED WITH FORCE.

TEARS. TEARS. TEARS. THE ENTIRE WEEKEND. NO SLEEP TO BE HAD. NO LAUGHING TO BE ENJOYED. UNLESS…. you took the child outside. So, in the frigid temps we went….the swing was the ONLY magical force. THANKS SANTA BABY!
When the swinging stopped, the temper began.

Why thank you molars. Your presence IS welcomed. So, please hurry up. We are sleepless, short-tempered and overdosing on Motrin. You, dear molars, will cause my child to be the youngest in the dentist’s office being fitted for dentures because I will SURELY yank you out of her head if you do not hurry along. The end! All kidding (really I'm hardly kidding) aside, our Christmas was awesome. It’s always so special to have everyone together. Our family is more than generous to us and we are very appreciative- they tolerated all of the 400 mood swings in patient, flying colors by our youngest-quite adorable- member.