Time for Teething

Well, that time has come.  The time for soaked through shirts and bibs.  The time for uneasy sleep, ear pulling, and finger chewing.  The time where everything in reach is fair game for Wes' mouth.  Wes is teething.  Poor little guy, you always feel so bad because you know it has to hurt.  He constantly has something in his mouth and every time I turn around I keep my fingers crossed that it isn't one of Mallory's toys.  Because if it is, it will soon be followed by a high pitch "mommy!!!  He's eating it!"  *sigh*

Wes has successfully pushed through 1 tooth, but there are many more to come.  The good news is that I do recall them being able to self medicate a little better with eat tooth, so here's hoping that reigns true this time around.  Cheers to teethers, infant Tylenol, and pacifiers!