When will it end?! I’m guessing never. Never seems like an entirely accurate estimate. Her cheeks have been like that for a few days and she’s been a pretty restless sleeper. And we’ve gone up a notch or two in the tantrum stakes.
Despite my fears that I had very nearly scarred her for life by introducing her to Monsters Inc and Antz, both of which she now describes as ‘scary’ she’s keen on Antz anyway – just walking away whenever one of the General’s are talking. At last! Some dvd …

Burying feet in the sandpit is the perfect remedy for toddler teething. Especially, when lately teething seems to mean waking from bad nightmares halfway through her nap. She doesn’t get out of bed like she normally would after a nap. She stays lying down, hand in mouth, crying her heart out.
For, her, there are very few things that the great outdoors can’t cure, or at the very least act as a device of distraction for a short period of time. There were even a few planes while she was outside. …

It is well established that I’m not buying the whole ‘no such thing as teething‘ line. And I’ve whinged about it a whole lot from molars to sleepless nights to clingyness to high temperatures to lymphatic system problems to sleep regressions to plans gone awry to the challenges of comforting a toddler. I’m not bitter. I’m just really good at complaining. I’m gifted that way.
I can now see her 2 year molars pushing through. So here we are, finally, going through the last teething push. I imagine they’ll move up …

Morning, good. Afternoon, bad. Afternoon very bad. Her cheeks seem quite swollen – so I think the 2 year molars must be moving around.
I gave her three bottles today and I stopped counting with the chocolate. And I didn’t even feel guilty. Not even one tiny little bit. Quite possibly because every time I gave her an Easter egg she gave me a cheeky grin, like she was getting away with something.
The worst thing about the teething toddler? The fact that she doesn’t really want to be comforted, which makes …

Four day weekends. A chance to catch up on all those pesky things that seem to slip through the cracks when you have only a two day weekend. Except, I didn’t clean the house, or get any painting done, or do any washing or really do anything vaguely useful.
We went to a birthday party at the Australian Reptile Park, we visited a friend who’s just come home with her new baby, we hunted for Easter eggs and I watched Riley consumer her own body weight in chocolate. And then today …

Not a good day today. My poor little baby (yes, I reserve the right to refer to her as my baby until her birthday on Saturday) was beside herself for most of the day. Might have been teething, I’m not sure. But generally she was just not herself. And while I was attempting to give her something to do/eat/play with that didn’t cause a tantrum/meltdown/general collapse into a puddle of tears, I opted not to photo document. Shocking, I know.
This photo was taken in December. It’s only know that I’m …

This is the first guest post on Good Goog, and it comes from Amber @ The Unlikely Mama. You can follow her on twitter here. Be warned, photos of her gorgeous daughter, Alexa, are a wee bit addictive. Proceed with caution. Amber has a generous spirit, an old soul and a wicked sense of humour (is there any other kind?) so give her a warm welcome!

Whoever says being a baby is easy is crazy.  Put yourself in your child’s shoes, or well, booties   Babies are like tiny refuges …

We took Riley to the park yesterday. I think the photo shows that she was a little bored.
Due to seemingly unending bouts of teething, illness and my exhaustion, I have gotten out of the habit of getting out of the house with the munchkin. There was a time where I would always, or almost always, take her down to the park in the afternoon for a run around.
But I’ve lapsed into other priorities, boring, menial and somewhat necessary. Doing the laundry, cleaning the play area (destruction zone) and painting the …

When Riley was about 14 months old she started reliably sleeping through the night and no needing my presence to get to sleep. Up until that point she was up three or more times a night and at nap time I would need to rock or stroke her to sleep.
Perhaps it was because I was no longer breastfeeding her, so there was less interest in night-time snacking, or perhaps it was that she had always hated the cot and I’d moved her to her toddler bed. Either way, I didn’t …

Letting me know she’s still teething, but at least capable of thinking of something entirely cheeky at the same time. Or perhaps she’s plotting world domination. Impossible to tell.