Beaches

No, not the movie, however the weekend made me want to cry a bit. We got together with the family in Seabrook (near Ocean Shores) and 30 minutes into our drive there, Farrah decided to start teething. She started to teethe HARD CORE! She had the runny nose, rosy cheeks, horrible fever, severe drooling, and of course, horribly sore gums. It was a miserable trip there and throughout the night. She didn't want anything but to be held by me the entire time we were there (including when I wanted to be asleep). She cried so much and her skin felt like it was on fire. It was awful. The only time that seemed like Farrah pulled out of her funk was when we packed up and walked to the beach. We took so many pictures of Farrah walking in the sand, playing in the sand, and just hanging out with all of us. She collected a bunch of shells and small pieces of drift wood. She had the chance to actually use her shovel and bucket that I got her. She had a good time. Afterwards when we were back at the house, she was her fun little self for a while. It wasn't until it was time to go to bed that all hell broke loose...again. She would hold on so tight to me that she wouldn't let me pull away at all. The tough part is she likes to take up a lot of space when she sleeps with us and we all end up suffering in the end. Needless to say, Mike and I are horribly sleep deprived and our little girl is seeming a bit more like herself for the time being since getting home, but there are no guarantees of what the evening has in store for us. Well, I feel like I'm falling asleep while I type so that means I should stop.