Yeah. Teeth. My poor little teething son, who just cut all four molars in like a week’s time span, has his incisors coming in. All four of those are on the rise. His little pooter was all raw and red today from the total excess of saliva. And he’s been this majorly moody tyke (which, compounded with my moodiness from the return of my menses, has made us a fun duo to be around).

Poor little guy. He recognizes his Baby Orajel and Hyland’s Teething tablets, and will try to get his hands on them when he really wants them.

With all four incisors on the move, I guess things are going to be that much harder on him when we make our fifteen-hour trek to San Antonio.

At least he’ll get to go to the SA Zoo, Sea World, and Kiddie Park while we’re there.