Last week was probably one of the roughest we have had with Jack because of his teething. Kate and I thought his tooth had broken through midway through the week and could not figure out why he was still so grumpy and why he did not want to sleep. We had been so enamoured with his first tooth that we did not notice the other one coming in right beside it. Yes, Jack is cutting his first two teeth (front bottom) at the same time--poor little guy.
It was not until yesterday, though, that I realized how miserable Jack had been. For the first time in a couple of weeks he was in a great mood all day. He was like a completely different baby. It reminded me why I had been enjoying the stay-at-home-dad gig. Now let's hope the rest of the teeth just magically appear. . .
No comments:
Post a Comment