Look Ma, No Teeth

I think Shea's teething. The general whiny clinginess she usually reserves for the late afternoon/early evening has been making guest appearances throughout the entire live-long day this week—even in the mornings, when she's usually as chipper as an overtime elf collecting his paycheck on Boxing Day.

We haven't been able to detect any tiny tooth buds breaking through her gums yet, as the photo at right clearly shows, but I'll certainly keep you posted. Or, you can just search my expired body for itty bitty vampire marks. Be sure to check around 7pm, after the two darlings I call children have screeched, clawed and ravaged their way through the twilight hours into my heart. Literally.