This week has been full and long, hasn't it? I can tell you don't feel like your normal, happy self and I'm guessing you're getting your molars in. You've never acted this uncomfortable or woken up this much in the night before. Bless your heart, sweet love. I have to say, I feel really special when, out of the blue, I'm the only one you'll be consoled by. Even when I'm sewing and trying to meet deadlines, I try to push through the frustration and enjoy your need for me for a simple minute. I love you handsome love. You're getting so independent so fast. All of a sudden, I feel like I want to hit the rewind button for just a day and hold you. Oh, thanks for still holding my hand when you walk, even though you don't need to. You are my favorite.
These booger seasons of teething won't last much longer and you'll be tromping through this or that adventure again, not even remembering it.
Well, you are napping now and I'm going to get your supper ready.
Any tips for this heavy duty teething?