You know how me and Sam went to visit Lula the chicken a few days ago? Well, I failed to mention why we so desperately needed to get out of the house this week. So, let’s just keep it real…
Sam grew four teeth. In. One. Week. Four teeth in one week.
Believe me: we needed a distraction.
It was a sad couple of days. We did Advil. We did teething tablets. We did walks to the park. We did everything but stand on our heads. And at the end of every day, I considered taking a few teething tablets myself.
There was one day, in particular, that I kept Sam in his footy pajamas all day long. It was just one of those days, you know? And who doesn’t love a little diaper bottom in footy pajamas anyway?
So, as of today, we have 7.5 teeth, with one more about to make a triumphal entry. Those K-9s are a killer. It’ll be just fine by me if we don’t get anymore teeth for a while.
1 comment:
poor Sam! And Poor You! teething is no fun! Just remember as fast as time goes they will all be in before you know it! I hope the next ones come in fast and relatively pain free!
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