the good follows bad..

what a rough week it has been, quiet a challenge for a rough-n-tough baby like me.
dad fell off the stairs on his way to work and almost broke his ankle (for the 2nd time, which he had fractured once back in school).. got away with a 3rd degree ligament tear this time.

poor guy, has been in a cast limping around for the past week, and may have to continue to do so for another few more days. He says he fell while trying to skip a couple of steps, although mom is certain its cos he was 'looking' elsewhere.

i on the other hand have also been troubled yet again with my 'teething' phase.. this time its my molars on the upper jaw. After almost 2 weeks of excruciating pain, irritation, loose tummy n fever the damn tooth has cut through just a teeny-weeny bit yesterday.. a big releif to me and to my mom most importantly whose on her wits end handling 2 patients ! he he he..
she's tired, cranky and walks around like a zombie. And i love to make her more miserable by being clingy n crying over little things like 'why did she change my clothes, or pull my finger out of my mouth'.

AAhh. The joys of growing up.