(Started and almost finished 6/3/08. Since this was written the teething has been more manageable.)

Poor little Maia is having an especially hard time with teething lately. She’s always preferred to be held, but lately Sarah has barely been able tot set her down at all, which makes an already long day with the two little ladies that much longer. Sarah goes to work out two nights a week (and on Saturdays) and that’s always a little tough on both the girls since during the week it’s right around dinner time. I’m not ashamed to admit that it’s hard on me too, but I know it’s important for Sarah to not only exercise, but also have a little something just for herself too. Anyway, Wednesday night (6/4) was really tough with the little teether. The three of us barely managed dinner and I actually left mine mostly unfinished as I tried to calm Maia. I can usually put her in the sling and rock her to sleep, but on this night I think her teeth hurt too much to let the sleep take over.

I tried everything and finally decided maybe a bath would do the trick. Up until this point Keana had been doing a great job with putting up with her distraught sister and her distracted dad and seemed ready to move on to the bath. So we all hopped in and Maia continued to cry and cry and I had to try to just be okay with the fact that there was just nothing I could do, and just hope the remaining time without Sarah would go by quickly.

Sarah walked in the door to little Miss Maia splashing and sobbing, with a frustrated Papa and a worn out sister. Thank God Sarah was home and thank God every night isn’t like this.