Today was one of those days.
One of those days.
You know, one of those days when you threaten to sell your child to the circus?
You mean you've never threatened to sell your child to the circus? Well, then you are a better person than me.
Seriously, molars? They're not fun. They pretty much suck.
Olive is one tough cookie. She'll crash and burn and laugh it off with a loud "Boom!". But those three little (ok, they're not that little) teeth have turned her into a sad, wimpering, crying, rashy, crabby, hot (literally) mess.
One minute she is fine, laughing, singing, cheerful and the next BAM! Mad, crabby, screaming, inconsolable disaster. And there were more BAM!s today than an Emeril Lagasse marathon on the Food Network.
Happy? BAM! Crabby!
Crabby? BAM! Happy!
AAAAHHH!!! You! Circus! Now!
Fortunately for Olive, there aren't many circuses in our area. And she's cute.
So, she's got that going for her.