Oh shoot. I've heard about teething horror stories but they haven't applied to us.
Until NOW.
Easton's got 2 bottom molars coming in.
Bottom teeth 1 and 2 came in without so much of a drooly bib and
even top molar 1 came in and we didn't know till we stuck our finger in his mouth.
BUT, these bottom molars...holy cow.
We are a whiney, fussy, drooly, misreable mess.
Happy times of the day are happy, but fussy times (hungry, tired) are magnified by one zillion.
Thank God for Motrin & Tylenol.
Here's to hoping we ALL get a good nights rest and wake refreshed and happy.
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