It seems that babies have this remarkable ability to go from happy, smiling baby to fussy, crying crabapple and back again before you ever even register that her mood has changed.
Lucy's Grampy came over this morning and we decided a photoshoot was in order. We started out with a happy child, and then she's sour. I could get her to smile again [as if there had never been any tears], but the smile lasted only a few seconds before the tears resurfaced — sometimes long enough to snap a picture, other times not.
I think a lot of this mood-swinging can be attributed to the new tooth — I had forgotten just how painful tooth-cutting can be.
I'd say it's safe to assume, this too shall pass . . .
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