I haven't had many complaints about Little Man of late.
These days being a mommy has pretty much been kicks and giggles.
With the exception of one thing.
Make that 4 things....
That's right people...contrary to what you may think or what you may have been told by "The Waterboy",
Girls are not the Devil....
But I have it on good authority that molars, may be.
In the last week, the molars have been credited with making my life a walking zombie-world.
Little Man's constantly got his hands in his mouth. Both of them.
He's constantly whiny.
He's constantly clingy.
And he's consistently waking up at 4 am crying with his hands yet again in his mouth.
Don't ask me why 4 am.
And he drools more than Gizmo.
And can I just say, this is not the easiest battle to fight.
Although, can I just say, I have fought it from every angle I know how...
Tylenol
Orajel
Man, I can't wait till this phase passes....
1 comment:
Love the little animations! I don't know which one is worse, when the teeth come in or the teeth come out in a few years.
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