Are They Loved?

If you look at my Niece´s unhappy face: No.
Teeth.

We both have our issues with them atm.

She´s growing back teeth and I... that darn root canal treatment still isn´t over, another app with the doc tomorrow at 9:00 am - yeah, a great way to spend your holidays - daily visits at the dentist...

But, well. In a "summer" like this, this ain´t too bad, huh?!

I´m really, really sick of this weather!

We´re doing great, though, Niece and I, esp she does.
Near to no crying.

Even when her Daddy went away and she stayed with only me and my Mum.
Last one is kinda killing me lately with her attitude.
All.Negative, I won´t say more.

We went to her maybe-someday-or-maybe-rather-not-to-be-home so Ingo could take care of all the electrical stuff. And with this... I´m kinda out of it. Maybe not, though.
Ack - I become more and more like my Father. I have less and less patience with every day.

Niece did fine. Was a little sleepy-head who did not complain when I "shoved" her from left to right and back... she´s 10 kg already!

Aaaand... she can pull herself up to standing! That fast that I didn´t catch it.

Yeah, that sad look... back to the title, huh?
Teeth. Needed - but not loved!

New things Niece is doing:
Pointing to random stuff or/and things she wants (nearly ate a whole banana at once!) and "giving" things.
Throwing away and loving getting back stuff to throw it away.

Toys? Ah-gack, no.
Grown-up-stuff. Sorting and watching what "they" do with it (electrical!) - Bro aka Daddy takes it easy.

Screwdriver - taking it away from her, smiling into her face, saying, "nah... it grows away nastilily from your eye, Hon."

Knive: "Uhh, no. Tastes a lot like blood, believe me...."

Yeah. She is in good hands there, no? ;-)
The teeth... no - she is loved, for sure, and in an easy-going way.
Would love to have Bro´s patience!

Addendum: Niece hates long ways - she goes from A to B straight. You sit in between? You´re crawled over by her. Too funny! She just doesn´t mind it takes longer - she has her target right in front, remember?!