His shirt says it all...minus the fact that he actually has his first tooth. He's teething. Joy. Anything that he can shove in his mouth is free game for chewing. Another joy...fussy. Why must getting teeth be so painful? I use the teething tablets, I use washcloths, and all those other "mom" tricks to help with the process. Poor Guy. Poor Me.
He's also a chunky man. I don't know how much he weighs, because, well, basically I'm a bad mom who doesn't take their kid to the doctor every 3.5 weeks. I don't. I figure if he is not sick why expose him to the nasty germs that linger at a pediatricians office, plus I don't do immunizations until they are a year old, and I hate having the "talk" with the doctor. I'm not against immunizations, I just want their bodies to be a little bigger. That's just me.
Besides teething issues, life is good. I don't sleep. The two year old is still for sale. Work has been a tad crazy, and I'm patiently awaiting for fall to finally arrive. I love fall. The smell, the colors, the excitement of the upcoming holidays. I just want it to get here already. A friend posted on facebook today "Snow". I'm jealous.