misery

Remember that Stephen King novel where a writer was captured by his "number one fan" after a car accident in a snow storm..... the fan proceeds to break the writer's ankles with a sledge hammer so that he can't get away.....

That must have hurt, right?  Well, Ruby is getting four teeth at the same time.  Three of them are molars.  She's pretty much as miserable as I've ever seen her.

She tries to do her favourite things.... like read magazines and play with Frosty, but it's just not possible.

This is her expression as of late.  

There's an undertone of pain in everything she does.  And, needless to say, it's making me miserable too.

No offense Ruby, but this is just no fun for Mama. 

Let's try to get over this as quickly as possible, please! 

In Ruby's defence, there were some fun times on the weekend.  Here we are enjoying one another's company over a Christmas book:

Oh.... those were the good old days.... happy baby / happy mommy.  :)  Please come back.

UPDATE:  
Much to my surprise... after her nap later on that very same day.... my baby girl came back!
Happy and Smiley and Cheerful!

She played on her laundry basket for about an hour!  It was fun.... I just sat there, watched and offered encouragement periodically!  Couldn't choose just one photo... they were too cute.