The little things

So, Betty was crying and crying (at times even moving into the screeching category) this morning, and it wasn't entirely clear why. Teething? She missed her siblings who were playing outside? Even holding her wasn't helping, though when I finally put her down (because she is getting pretty heavy these days and if she's going cry regardless of whether I'm holding her or not, then...) she seemed to ratchet UP the hysteria.

Anyway, at my wit's end (I so understand that phrase now), I gave her a box of tissues to play with.

Silence.

Peace.

Lots of ripped up tissue bits on the floor, but I can handle that.

It's the little things, I guess.