Chompers and coffee.
Little Miss had all her teeth very early on. She can tolerate pain. I don't ever remember hearing her grizzle or complain. The application of gels and administering pain relief to help her through teething was irregular. So much so that when The Baby gets a new tooth or is in pain, it takes me a while to figure out just what is going on. Like an crazed dog she hooks on to anything she can sink her teeth or gums into and she does not let go. We went out for coffee yesterday at a seaside cafe. She refused to get out of the pushchair. She sat, head down with a scowl for what felt like an hour. There was quiet. There was solitude. I was able to look out at the sea, breathe and let my shoulders relax for a while. It was like having a massage without needing to shower to wash off the oil. Bliss. I drank my coffee in peace. And then, a nagging something started to flush out any feelings of peace and calm. Was I having a r...