Baby Marin | Week Forty Nine

This week has been full of baby drool, baby snot, and working on baby teeth. We resorted back to wearing bibs for a while because this little gal is a drool producing factory at the moment. I believe she is working on a few more teeth. Marin hates having her nose cleaned out and wiped off. She battles against the Kleenex every single time. I can't wait until we get to the point of where she knows how to blow her nose. For now, we are all kind of snotty messes around these parts. 

I feel like Marin is so close to walking. Part of me isn't ready for that, it is all going so fast! She will stand on her own every once in a while and then quickly realizes what she is doing and she falls back to the floor. One day she is just going to walk and surprise us all, including herself. 

Also, these photos should be proof of the toy destruction that is usually found in our basement. Building blocks, toy pianos, baby dolls, stuffed animals. Everything must be out on the floor and should never be in the nice baskets that we have for the toys. That's at least Marin's philosophy on all of it. 

I only have a few more of these posts before we hit one year. I am trying to decide what my next plan is with the Marin photos. Creating these posts every week has been pretty time consuming. But, they do help me get out my camera and actually use it even within the chaos that is our life. There is never a dull moment when Marin is involved. 

I feel like this could be Marin's first "Selfie." 

Week Forty Nine. 

Baby Marin: Week Thirty Four | 8 Months

I hate teething. I hate it so much. I hate knowing that our little girl is in pain and there's only so much we can do for her. We just have to get through it. I have major respect now for all of the parents that have gone through the season of the teething child. We are only in the very beginning and I already dislike it very much.

We have had some very early mornings lately. Drool soaked clothes. Tired, weary eyes from crying. She's fighting this so hard and it shows when she finally lets exhaustion take its course and she sleeps.

We don't have one single tooth yet. Not a one. I keep hoping that one day I will wake up, stumble into the nursery, pick Marin up out of her crib, start nursing her, and then realize that we finally have a tooth: the one thing she has been working so hard for.

I know this is only the beginning. I know most parents are just laughing on the inside right now thinking, "Just wait until she gets molars." Oh Lord, I don't want to think about that right now. We just need one tooth. Just one.

She now says "Mama" though, and my heart jumps a little every time. We went for a walk yesterday and she loved when the leaves would fall off of the huge neighborhood trees and into her stroller. We forgot about teething for a little bit on our walk and that was just what we needed.

I believe we will need another walk like that today, if only to forget for a little while, the fight for the first tooth.

Week Thirty Four.