My poor little babydoll face is teething. Look at that face. I can't even deal. I want to just give her ice pops or something. She's not crying all day or anything, but she is fussier than normal in the afternoon. And she is chewing on anything and everything, more than normal.
I mean, everything.
My poor baby.
My poor breasts.
I know. Say a prayer for me. All my girls are suffering. Owie.
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