Happy Friday!

Maya has big weekend plans–meeting some new friends, going to a party, taking walks in the sunshine–but all are in jeopardy because the blogger has been felled with a nasty cold. NUTS! Hopefully it is of the totally temporary variety, because, honestly, Maya should not be stopped. She is a cyclone of cuteness that must be set loose on the world.

The tooth count is up to six, and those are hard-won teeth. Lots of screaming and tears. Luckily we are big believers in tylenol, and Maya doesn’t protest. With teeth, however, comes brushing-of-teeth, and Maya is not a fan. The only way to do it is with the ultimate bribe: watching Elmo. So I sit with her in my lap, and slowly brush (she can’t spit, so brushing happens wherever) while the little red monster makes her smile. Hey, whatever keeps the baby happy and healthy, right?