What the HECK. I mean, sweet Jesus gay, give me a freakin’ break! Was it not just last week that Liam proceeded to sprout his two top front teeth? And was I not bemoaning the fact that these teeth are coming too fast and too soon for my tastes? Wasn’t I?!? How has the Universe repaid me?
By giving my child TWO MORE TEETH.
OMFG. Yes, he has sprouted two more. The “eyeteeth” up top, whatever they’re called. Is this just not way too early to be getting those? Isn’t there supposed to be some lag time between getting the top teeth and these ones? THEY AREN’T SUPPOSED TO COME IN AT THE SAME TIME! Four is TOO FREAKIN’ MANY!
I’m sorry, but this is my baby. The very baby that I worked for years and years and spent much moolah and endured much heartache to achieve. I finally have this baby and I am blissfully smelling his downy soft head on a daily basis and reveling in the baby-dom when POW… here come teeth.
And you know what? It occurs to me that maybe he’s a little on the close side to being 10 months old. The combination of 10 months and SIX TOTAL TEETH makes me want to scream and cry and pull the covers up over my head. Oh the HUMANITY. I want my baby for at least a good six months more and he seems to determined to sprout up before my very eyes. Or, even worse, I wake up in the morning and find he has aged three months overnight.
He’s fake-crying now. Oh yeah! FAKER. That’s something a toddler does. And he’s added a screech to the start of his fake-cry and I KNOW that’s pure toddler right there. It may have been a while, but I do remember that much. The teeth have been making him oh-so-pleasant too. Very clingy. Very crabby. Didn’t we JUST go through this? DIDN’T WE?!?
Two more freakin’ teeth. TWO MORE.
