Toothless and cranky

Little Miss decided not to nap yesterday morning. And she dropped her morning nap down to 45 minutes the two days before that. We are trying for a nap as I type, and it's sounding promising: groaning instead of yesterday's screaming. Fingers crossed.

We were thinking this might be ongoing teething, and while Daddy P and I swear her gums look more swollen and on the verge of something... well, a comparison shot really doesn't support such a claim... Alas... Can't blame her grumpiness on teething afterall.



The nanny search continues. It is down to Katherine, who we loved and Paul is excited to eat the pastries of (she is going to culinary school at night), and Milena, a woman that the other couple interviewed and really liked. Hopefully we'll get to meet her tomorrow. Juggling childcare has been really tricky this week and I'm eager to find someone so that our lives can calm down a bit. I'm interviewing a "babysitter" tomorrow, too, just to have someone who call fill in (potentially) and do date-nights.

Ah the moaning has ended. Thank goodness. That translates into 45 minutes of Mamacita time. Praise heavens.