Here’s a picture of sweet River Mae at the park. She had tons of fun. We even captured her “talking” to some 11 and 12 year old girls for about 15 minutes. It’s pretty amazing to see how sociable she is. Everyday she does something that makes me nudge Peter and say, “Yup, that’s our daughter.” Today was definitely one of those days where I found myself doing that a lot.
Transitions, we all have them. They’re pretty inevitable. In reality, I would love for it to be pretty impossible for all three of us to have them at the same time. But oh no, it’s possible.
Today has just been one of those days, ya know? Don’t get me wrong, it was a happy day. Peter had to stay home with the baby while I had a doctors appoitment. Any other time I would’ve rescheduled and did everything not to make him miss a day of work, but he was my last option.
Once I got home, we both realized that River was getting pretty antsy and it was time to head out doors. It was beautiful. 79-degrees to be exact. I couldn’t ask for a more beautiful day to spend eating pizza, and visiting a shady park with my little family.
Of course, no day could be complete without it’s fair share of bumps. We got home and River was really warm. I took her temperature and she had hit 100. I knew this was on it’s way, I knew it. I just had hoped this would be one teething faze that wouldn’t be accompanied by a fever. She has been teething for what feels like forever. For the last two weeks or so she has been cutting another molar and two other teeth opposite of each other. I know this is life, and transitions are what sort of comes along with the package, but I feel for her… I do.
I have finals Friday. (yikes!) Honestly, It’s 10:04pm and I’m still studying. I don’t want to. I would like to just crawl in bed and cuddle under my husband’s warmth, but I can’t. I would like to be one of those students who studies and is like, “hey, whatever happens, happens” but I’m not. I actually care about doing well. Though, when you combine a severely teething toddler, with a sleep deprived (I’ve been going to sleep at 1am everyday and waking at 7am) mama, “I give up!” comes out much easier than what you would imagine.
I’m not complaining. Just venting. My daughter has still been her sweet self, except for the teething meltdowns. I can’t blame her. If I had no form of communication except crying, I would have a meltdown every hour. Seriously. Transitions are hard.