Vomit

Rachel here. Vomit. It's what I wanted to do yesterday while we were tailgating. Why you ask? Was I boozing it up... keg stand style like the old days? Nope. Emma Grace was being BEYOND fussy... to the point where admittedly I didn't know what to do. Reese cried ALL NIGHT LONG... every night... it was awful... I wanted to die most nights. EG, however, has always been a dream baby. Cries when she's hungry, tired, or has a yucky diaper. She was literally screaming for a good chunk of yesterday. I tried rocking her... no. I tried feeding her... no. I knew she was super tired (she's definitely a crib sleeper baby only), so I was doing everything I could to get her to go to sleep. Poor thing I started to bounce her in my lap, when I saw it... my WEE LITTLE BABY is getting her first tooth! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. Reese was 10 months old... TEN MONTHS OLD! Little Roo is only 5 months old! Reese was so late getting teeth, they all seemed to just slide in at once... she didn't cry... she didn't even drool. Poor little Emma though... SCREAMS. The minute we got her home, Meredith held her down and I poured the baby Tylenol down (it was a little less nomadic than you are probably imagining), and she bounced back within 5-10 minutes. I was worried last night about her sleeping... especially with the Coles in the next room, and I'm proud to report she's still asleep... it's a little after 630. Ugh... my poor EG. :(

PS... picture to come soon. :)