Tuesday, March 06, 2012

A post not for the faint hearted.

I don't know why I am telling you this, but Ruby came home a long time ago from her old daycare with a new word we adopted.  They used to call that twin barrel of snot that little kids sneeze or let ooze out of their nose "bless yous".  And Ruby would say "Mama, I have a bless you, I need a tissue".  SO MUCH MORE CIVILISED than saying "Mummy, I have snot all over my face".  Bless yous.  My phrase of the day, in case you never knew what to call this magic phenomenon.

Lola was bested by a biscuit at the Armidale Show over the weekend.
The reason it is on my mind at the moment, is that Lola is in the midst of teething hell.  They have been threatening to come through FOR WEEKS, it started with a little cough which let us know (that and the chewing and whinging) that they were coming, and they STILL haven't popped through.  It's developed into a runny nose and bless you extravaganza, so surely those teeth are about to pop through ANY FREAKING MINUTE.

My poor little poppet.

4 comments:

Cath @ chunkychooky said...

poor thing and poor mamma, exhausting.

Pigs & Bishops said...

Oh, the teething - so much sympathy. Auden has had this for _two months_! His gums look fit to burst, but at eleven months the teeth are all still lurking in there. He likes to gnaw on my knees and my collarbone.

Mama Mogantosh said...

Ivy calls a sneeze a 'bless you' too! Love love love. And Ted, when it rains, says 'the clouds are dripping.' Aw. Hope the teething troubs end soon...

Michelle said...

Oh gosh, poor Lola. I really feel for the little ones when they start teething. It must be AWFUL for them...and for us mum's too ;) I hope they come through soon!