?1? Update

I slept like a rock last night (except from 12 to 1 when Miles woke up from teething pains). The night previous our house was active from 2am until...well, we just stayed up. Kiddo is pushing 4 more teeth in, and he's angrier than the sun god in a tanning bed. Low grade fever, ear tugging, back arching, the works. His 18 month appointment is tomorrow, and I am praying we can hold out until then. Jesse's convinced ear infections have popped up again. If that is the case, the ENT will want to put tubes in.

Having had zero sleep the night before, Jesse and I had some "quality" time to hash out some new, alternative plans which I think will help with the household stress-level. Now is not the time to share our new course, but I will soon- once I am sure that is the direction we are headed in. But I am excited that we could brainstorm under such miserable conditions. Once again, score one for my (k)night in shining armor because my hubs is the eternal life raft to my Titanic-style coping system.

As for teething- there was once a time when I feared that Miles would never have teeth. On his first birthday, he gummed his cake and that left he wanting so desperately to see tiny chompers helping in the effort. Now I have lost count of those blasted calcium daggers. Oooh, how I dislike those little white pebbles that cause Miles such agony. Teething is hell, a blistery hell for which Tylenol and Motrin seem to have no soothing effect on. And that $20 French import teething toy is more helpful for the dogs. I am not blaming France, for they have given the world many delightful snacks and fashions, but this Sophie toy is only good for looks and adorable squeaks.