Teeth

I don't like 'em. Not the way they come into our little girl's mouth and make all h*ll break loose around here. One day we have a charming baby named Gemma. She plays, she eats, she naps, and when she goes to bed she sleeps most of the night. Then, without warning (if you don't count the drooling, the incessant biting and red cheeks) she turns into a little Gemma monster, who wants to be held all the time, who needs to tear the ears off stuffed animals with her teeth, who has never seen a piece of paper she didn't want to chew, and for whom sound sleep is.... not attainable. Gemma has gotten four molars and one eye tooth in the past 3 weeks and another eye tooth is about to make an appearance. Here is what she looks like as she plans her next attack.