Category: Tuesday Lee

Turning eleven months has not been easy for my dear sweet Tuesday. Most of the day today she looked like this:   Poor thing had the roughest night ever last night. For a grand total of two hours of alone sleeping, or really deep sleep. The rest was restless nursing, back patting, rocking, swaying and trying to keep her comfortable when she spiked a 102 temp. I don't know if it's the teeth, which continue to torture her, or a virus or something. Her fever is gone now and I've finally got her to sleep after two hours of trying.…

Tutu continues her bout with teething. I continue my bout with not sleeping. But I wanted to share some more photos of my trip, before the spirit of Aloha completely gets replaced by the spirit of Christmas.    nursing on the beach… hello best place to nurse ever. Yes please. check out the reflection in Sciarrino's glasses.   Ah good times. Now back to tutu, then maybe sleep? If you know me and you are likely to call tomorrow I would advice against any time before ten (mom that means you).        

Taken after the fifth waking tonight. Poor little sparkle pants is teething something terrible. It's only just midnight. No time for mama to do anything crafty. But I want to remember  Late nights just us, snuggled up and happy getting milky. Coming to the crib, barely awake Tutu hardly making a sound, just lifting up her tiny arms for me. The way she moves around before she falls asleep, finally putting one arm out to the side when she drifts off. Patting her back and waiting for her breathing to slow down, signaling sleep. Her little tiny soft hairs sticking…