Teething is to sleeping what not sleeping is to coherent thought

Or something like that.

So Cleo is teething. Again. Or would it be still?

We thought it was another bottom tooth coming out, but Jeff and Maureen at daycare have surmised that it is, in fact, what we are calling a "fang tooth". Interesting choice Cleo.

We didn't sleep much Wednesday night. She cried from about 10pm until sometime after 3am. We stopped paying attention at that point and eventually everyone just passed out.

Friends said "Oh, give her a cold wet wash cloth out of the fridge, my kids loved that."

To which Cleo said "Why are you trying to wipe my face with a freezing cold wash cloth!?!?!?! WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

"Ok, well try a frozen one."

To which Cleo said "Are you freaking kidding me...my gums hurt and this thing is hard as a rock!?!? WHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAA!!!!!"

"Turn on the vacuum cleaner...that humming will surely put her to sleep."

To which Cleo said "Hmm, that sounds interesting. No, I almost forgot... WHAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!"

Yeah, none of that stuff works. Neither does Tylenol. Or bringing her back into the bed with us. And don't even show her a binky!!

Last night she cried from 9pm to 11pm. She finally fell asleep while I was rocking her sometime after 11 and when I put her down in the crib she stayed asleep out of pure exhaustion I guess. When my alarm went off at 5:45am this morning I thought for sure something was wrong because she didn't wake up once all night. Jeff said she was mellow and obviously not feeling too great this morning when he took her to daycare.

So tomorrow is Jeff's birthday and we're having a little BBQ get together. Hopefully we get some sleep tonight!

Oh, and I forgot to mention that I chopped all my hair off on Wednesday night and she keeps looking at me like "You look familiar but I can't quite place it." Fun.