Teething.

It's not for sissies. That's all I can say.

Prayers that poor, poor, POOR Girly Pie's two top front teeth come in soon so that her misery can end. The poor child is grumpy, eating little, nursing fitfully and sleeping terribly.

And Mommy is ready to have her smiley, scooty, wiggly, happy, sweet girl back.

Oh, and Mommy is also ready to sleep somewhat consistently again. At least for a night or two.