I’ve been trying to figure out why Miss T has been fussier than usual for the last few days.  Then last night while I was trying to get her PJs on (which is much like wrestling an angry alligator, I would think.  GOOD LORD, the THRASHING) I happened to notice that her upper gums are very swollen and I could see the edge of a front tooth just under the gumline.  Well, NO WONDER.  I kind of figured she was teething again but for some reason confined my search of her mouth to the bottom gums only.  (Because babies only have bottom teeth?  I do not know.)  At any rate, this explains a lot.

The teething and crankiness haven’t slowed her down any, though.  She is literally about a half-step from walking without help.  I pulled out AE’s old toy shopping cart for her to push around and she LOVES IT.  It very well may be the cutest thing I have ever seen.  It is designed for a toddler so she can barely see over the top of the handle but that doesn’t stop her from toodling all over the house with it.  I’ll try to remember to upload a picture at some point because it is too funny.

AE’s first day of kindergarten went well, I think.  He didn’t really give us much to go on but that is par for the course.  He’s a man-child of few words.  Anyway, he didn’t complain about having to go again today so that’s says something I suppose.

Of course, he was probably half-asleep since he WAS AWAKE IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT.  Or as I was corrected after pointing this out, It isn’t the MIDDLE of the night, Mommy.  That would be midnight.  Oh, pardon me.  Midnight, 4:30 in the morning, it is all about the same as far as I’m concerned.  (And N is totally useless in these situations since he sleeps like the freaking DEAD.  I think a gunfight could be going on in our bedroom and he wouldn’t even stir.  ARGH.) 

Me, 4:34 a.m.:  [dreaming, drooling on pillow]

AE, 4:34:15 a.m.:  [stage whisper from N’s side of the bed]  Hey, the battery died in my music.  Daddy, the battery died in my music.  DADDY, the battery died.

N:  ZZZZZZZZZZ.

Me:  Mmpf?  Hm?  What are you doing?

AE:  The battery died and my music went off.

Me:  [thinking NO SHIT, your music turned off HOURS AGO]  Okay, go back to bed and I’ll be there in a minute.

AE:  Okay.

N:  ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ.

Me, 4:36 a.m.:  [asleep]

AE:  [is back]  MOMMY.  YOU ARE TAKING TOO LONG.

GAH.  And naturally when he came into our room he left the door open, so the dog got out and settled herself on the couch.  I don’t really give a rat’s ass where the dog sleeps except that in this case her escape led to this:

AE, 4:39 a.m.:  [back in bed, with music turned on]

Me, 4:40 a.m.:  [back in bed, drooling on pillow]

Stupid dog on couch, 4:42 a.m.:  BARK!

Miss T, 4:42:01:  [cries]

N:  ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ.

WHAT THE HELL.  Apparently if it isn’t one it is going to be the other.  Will someone please give me a break here?  All I want is to sleep through the night, completely uninterrupted.  IS THAT TOO MUCH TO ASK?!

*****

Before my failed attempt at sleeping last night, N and I watched my latest Netflix pick – Anger Management.  (Which, by the way, I did NOT realize came out in 2003.  I seriously thought I wasn’t that behind the times with this one!!)  It was really much better than either of us expected.  I really like Jack Nicholson.  He adds a bit of maniacal fun to almost every single role he plays and I think he was at the top of his comedy game here.  Adam Sandler was great as always, and the “I feel pretty” scene in the car had me cracking up.  There were a few scenes that were minorly offensive to my grandma-like sense of humor, but really it was pretty clean.  Overall it was definitely funny, and one of the few movies N and I have enjoyed together in quite a while.  If you haven’t seen this yet (maybe you are about 5 years behind like me) it is worth picking up.