S = Slobber

Slobber.

Ok, so maybe a more appropriate word would be drool, but I already had a "D" themed word.  So I'll go with slobber.  Plus, trust me, sometimes if is quite applicable in Stella's case.

When this girl teethes, it is like she has sprung a leak.  Neither boy drooled so much when teething.  That or I just hopped in a boat and forgot.  We can always tell when she's teething because the front of her outfit is soaked through and we find little puddles on the floor where she's been.  Thank goodness for tile floors.

This, along with the acid reflux, is a reason why the majority of photos of Stella show her in a bib.  Ugh.  I hate bibs.  I mean, I'm happy for them, they serve a purpose.  But she has so many cute clothes and a soggy bib just ruins the look.  Luckily the spitting up has slowed dramatically and she's holding steady with her 6 teeth so she goes bib-less quite often now!

I do have an affectionate term for her when she is in full on drool mode.  It's the same I used for the boys.  Drool Monkey.  I don't know where it came from, but it fits.  It also makes her laugh.  So it's a win-win.

So, I can't wait for all of her teeth to be in so we can move past this wet stage of life and onto bigger, dryer times!  Until then the bibs and burp cloths are always within reach.  As is an extra, dry outfit!

All is well, 19/26 down, in Drosche Land.