I love my son. I even love the fact that he loves to eat. But with his love to eat comes the need for teeth. And I don't love teething. I feel like we have gone back in time. No sleep, no rest, no showering, very little eating and all for the sake of 4 little teeth that in a few years time will fall out so that we can go through this whole process one more time. Understand that my son is a wonderfully happy little boy, most of the time. These teeth have changed him. Publicly he puts on a great face and charms everyone who will pay attention. Privatly he is an uncontrollable mess. I'm thinking of writing a book...Dr Silas and Mr. WAAAAAAAH! the saga of the inpending teeth.
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Even enraged...he's still a cutie, but I'm rather biased.
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