Took the kids on a day trip today (to too many stores, doctor appointments, etc.) that, at its nature, was unfair to them. Ava is cutting not one, not two, not three, but FOUR teeth! What is that about?? She is, I’m thinking, a tad impatient with her age. Trying to grow up a bit too soon for me.
I had assumed it would be terrible, but Grayson smiled sweetly and stayed in all the buggy’s, held my hand, and even helped me hold grocery bags. Ava, bless her sweet tooth shattering soul, sat in her car seat for 3 1/2 hours (no diaper changing required) and only woke to eat once. Somehow those teeth stopped torturing her long enough for me to get all those errands run!
When you have a day like that, you can’t help but wonder, “I’ve gotta be doing something right, right??”