Skipping Town

Greta was up for much of last night, wide awake from 11:30pm till 1:30am; Andrew was out to dinner with work people, so Greta and I just read Goldilocks and the Three Bears and did a lot of pacing and rocking. She had two two-hour naps today; we'll see how tonight goes. My new theory is that the Motrin we've been giving her for her teeth has been upsetting her stomach. I didn't give her anything at all today, and I'll stick to Tylenol if we need something in the next couple of days. She is still gnawing desperately on her pacifiers and bottle. It was a gorgeous day today, sunny but not too hot, and I took the girls to Lincoln Park as usual. I always walk through the sculpture garden "on the way" to the playground, and today I walked with them all the way to the top of the park to this large area filled with dogs that we'd seen yesterday. At first I thought it was a dog run, but I found out today it's a doggie daycare--people leave their dogs here all...

We’re in it. One bottom-center tooth has appeared, with a second not far behind—one the size of a small grain of arborio rice placed lengthwise against her gum, the other not more than a sharp speck. And Lucia is miserable. Though the first tooth came in with a minimum of fuss, this second one seems to be doing her in, and for the past two days she has been FUSSKINS—all caps. FUSSKINS refuses to nap, and refuses to nurse, and cries when I try to make her eat. Yesterday—armed with baby Motrin instead of the useless Tylenol—she was been slightly better. She refused her morning nap, but nursed well before it, but then refused her lunch, wanting nothing but a teething biscuit. Granted, I was trying to feed her tofu mashed up in yogurt, but still. She didn’t even want sweet, quartered blueberries or her beloved puffs. She has no interest in teething rings or frozen washcloths. Yesterday all she wanted was bananas. And now we are out of bananas. And when I went to the grocery store this morn...