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.
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
Motrin
Orajel
Which has pretty much only served to do this...
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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