Eva is cutting her six and seventh teeth right now, which makes some days fussier than others. When it comes to teething, when it rains, it pours! Some days Eva can play quietly by herself for hours, others she won't leave my lap or let me get anything done. This is where a sling might come in handy, if the weight didn't hurt my back (and if she didn't constantly change her mind and want down). Of course, Eva's whiniest days are always when everything else seems to be going wrong. This week, for instance, our water was shut off without warning by a paving crew, I had to reinstall our PhotoShop software because it kept freezing up, Dave had to work late, and I couldn't get a shower because Eva wouldn't nap except in the car.
On days like this, it's as if Eva decides that if I'm having a bad day, she should have one, too. Sensing my stress, she becomes clingy and crabby, which makes me even more cross. As the adult, I know it's my job to break the cycle, so I have to find a way to make her laugh and think about something else. I take a B-vitamin to help improve my mood and distract, distract, distract. Pop in a "Baby Einstein" DVD, dig out a toy she hasn't seen in awhile, or take her out to the grocery store or mall, just for a change of scenery.
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