Maya — 21 months yesterday — is cutting three teeth right now: two on the bottom and one on top. And with this recent bout of teething, she has been super-clingy the past couple of days. Like screaming if she isn’t in my arms at.all.times. Of course, she can’t be in my arms at.all.times. but it’s been a rough couple of days, to say the least.
Last night, she woke up crying at 11 PM. Knowing I wasn’t feeling well (upper resp. infection — lucky me!) Luis went in there to see what was up. But after a half hour, she was still crying. So I went in and saw her writhing in his arms in the glider. He was trying to give her some Infant Tylenol (the one thing that works for her) but she wouldn’t have any of it — shooing his hand away and pursing her little lips in defiance, moaning “Noooooo.” Continue reading “Mama’s Touch”