Stormy Weather

Judging by her crying harder than she has all but a few times in her first six months of life, a family birthday party tonight proved not to be baby’s cup of tea. The combination of a number of voices in a small space, a barking dog, a nearby TV blaring, and her continued teething woes were enough to drive her over the edge. We drove her home. It wasn’t that we hadn’t tried to soothe her at the party; we had. The storm subsided, twenty minutes into a thirty-minute drive home, and then it ended after we were home and safe (and quiet), at which point baby returned to being her usual serene, joyful self.

Some storm.