I went ahead and posted all about Brooke's new tooth and how there were no signs of teething, no drooling, no fussiness, yada yada yada. And then BAM! We've been attacked by the all-time fussiest child ever. OK, well that's probably a tad dramatic. I'm sure there have been fussier children in history. But when she just sits there bawling for no reason it certainly doesn't feel that way. I guess there is a reason - there's something sharp jutting through her gums; I don't remember how it feels, but I can imagine it blows big time.
I'd be willing to bet this fun crying-out-every-45-mins game we've been playing each night for the past bazillion nights is all thanks to her new tooth (and its imminent incisor buddies that I'm sure will be joining us anytime now.) Did I mention how much fun this game has been? Pardon my language, but Brooke's mommy is flippin' exhausted. And, frankly, so is she, which is also contributing to the fussiness. She is the queen of 30-minute naps. Her Highness herself. No joke, 30 mins and she's done. She's happily in dreamland at 29:59 and then, as soon as her internal clock switches over to 30:00, her eyes pop wide open. The girl has incredible timing. She must have a 30-min REM cycle or something. Needless to say, 30 minutes is just not enough. On rare occasion she can be coaxed into going back to sleep, but it's rare. Sigh.
When she's not being crab-tastic, Brooke is getting cuter by the day. She's such a ham, loving when Mommy plays paparazzi. Here are a few pics of her in her oh-so-yummy pear dress. The second one is mid-laugh and I love it. Also, thanks to my new camera, when you zoom in really far, you can see her budding little tooth! The last one is from the park - our daredevil loves to swing! Enjoy!
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