He’s started teething. For the better part of the weekend, my knuckles spent their time being ground into powder by his desperate jaws. Slobber, I has it. Poor little guy.
It’s got to be hard being that small and all the sudden your little mouth hurts and you have no idea why. Also, I discovered why people gave their babies scotch to help with the teething. Because you know the mom was totally topping it off and had a weird moment of morbid curiosity. Voila, quiet baby!
For the record, Cody and I have not resorted to liquor. I find chocolate and buffalo wings to be more helpful in times of crisis. But that is the number one tip I’ve gotten when talking to people about teething. Get the baby tipsy.
Kind of explains the state of things in this country, doesn’t it?
I still haven’t figured out why it has to hurt. I mean, really, why not make the babies’ gums with pre-drilled holes?
You’re a good mom.
It acts as an anesthetic, silly! (But I wouldn’t do it, either) (I’d drink it myself)
Hehe, I know that! But it also burns away brain cells too. Coin toss!
I can atest to sleepy brain cell syndrome.