the guessing game

Something I've realized recently, is that it's always a guessing game when it comes to taking care of a baby. It's kind of a joke really. If anything is wrong - she won't eat, sleep, roll over, crawl, you name it - you start the guessing game:

Maybe she's sick.
Maybe her diaper's dirty.
Maybe she's teething.
Maybe she can't poop.
Maybe she pooped.
Maybe she's teething.
Maybe she's tired.
Maybe it's a growth spurt.

Maybe she's teething.
Maybe she hates oatmeal.
Maybe she loves it.
Maybe she needs her blanket.
Maybe she needs her other blanket.
Maybe she's bored.
Maybe she's teething.
Maybe she's cold.
Wait, she's never cold.
Maybe she's hot.
MAYBE SHE'S TEETHING.

We obviously usually blame it on teething, although she has nary a tooth or even any signs of teeth. It's just a convenient syndrome to blame for all the bad things in life: runny nose, lack of sleep, refusal to consume applesauce. But when it comes down to it, a baby's life is just one big, constant guessing game. But then if it wasn't a guessing game, she'd be talking. And that means she'd be talking back. And that means it's time to ship her to her grandma.

Today when she pulled my hair, I said, "No no!" She giggled and said, "Nah nah!"

MAYBE SHE'S TEETHING.