Maggy Mayhem and The Gremlin.
These are my new nick-names for Maggy. Why? Isn't it obvious? She's seven months old, and now able to roll over at the precise moment you stick a VERY shape pin into her diaper - VERY close to her belly. With your finger covering her belly mind you. So you get stuck when she does the grand flip.
That's not all. She's teething, and has produced this month - five teeth. Sharp teeth. Have I mentioned how fast she can get across the room? So, while you're minding your own business, reading on the couch, and you think she's in the opposite corner of the room, gnawing on block of wood - OUCH! Those five, sharp teeth clamp down on you big toe.
Your first reaction might be to wildly shake your foot to dislodge The Gremlin, but your parental instincts kick in just in time to save her.
Still, there is more....
Remember how she used to sleep, and has lately taken to not sleeping quite so much? Our new nightly routine while Dad is putting Fletch to bed goes a bit like this:
She is exhausted, crying, and wanting to nurse. I, being the good mother march her upstairs, change her diaper and lay down with her. She begins to nurse. So far, so good.
Then, well before sleep has taken hold - only moments after laying down she pops up laughing, yes - laughing. Whats the joke? I still don't get it.
She proceeds to throw herself face first onto the bed. And scoot towards the head of the bed with her face buried in the mattress.
Now for the Exorcist part. I'm sure you know what I'm referring to: spinning head, evil laugh, crazy eyes, and green goop or slime or something.
Granted, her head doesn't spin, all of her does. So fast I have to lunge to keep her from going off the side of the bed. The evil laugh is real so are the crazy eyes, and the green - nastiness - is all too real, pouring from her nose in copious amounts. I've taken to keeping the worlds largest snot rag (a receiving blanket) next to bed, it's really the only thing that makes sense.
After several minutes of this fun, I give up and we head back down stairs. I try to do a bit of dishes or knitting while she continues her little show on the carpet for a good thirty minutes. She lets me know when she's really ready for bed by scooting up onto my foot and sobbing, nibbling on toes, and leaving a snot trail like the biggest snail you've ever seen.
Oh, and I forgot to mention: while she looks and acts sound asleep after all that - she wakes again just about an hour later! Hi Mags, love ya.