Two words: Teething Baby.
Condolences can be left in the comments. I’m also accepting mass quantities of Diet Coke (for the caffeine) and baked goods (just because it makes me feel better).
The amount of drool could flood a small village. The poop…oh, the poop. The horrendous, horrendous poop. The poor daycare assistant, who says “poop doesn’t bother me”, met her match the other day and now says, “Any poop but that poop doesn’t bother me.”
With Jack, we hardly knew he was teething. Nick was another story. He had a hard time with it, but then would pop about 3 teeth at a time and he’d be good for awhile before starting over.
With Luke, it feels like he’s been in a constant state of teething for the past 2 months. It sucks. And apparently hurts. Because there’s been a lot of this:
And even this (which is hilarious in its own pathetic way):
So yeah, it’s be a ton of fun in our house lately. Want to come over?