Teeth Suck.

I'm really not a fan of this whole teething thing. I didn't think much of it when Ashlynn got her first four teeth since it didn't seem to affect her at all. Score. But now she's working on a couple new top ones, and boy has it been a battle this past week. We've had some middle-of-the-night cry sessions, which is extremely odd for a girl who's been sleeping sound for 10-12 hours a night. Only thing that consoles her during these 1-hour spats is walking around and singing, "I am Jesus Little Lamb." Surprising, since her momma doesn't really have the voice of an angel. But, whatever works. Jeremy opts for the big bear hug cuddling, which she also likes, but I'm pushing him to sing since his voice is a step or five better than mine.

Last night I noticed that one of the little buggers finally cut through, so hopefully she gets a break soon. Until then, I'll continue to serenade.

"I hate getting teeth."

Our little jack-o-lantern.