I've never been so tired in my life.

WAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH is the latest tune being sung around here. He's had six teeth (four top, two bottom) since around his first birthday - until this last week or two. His two top molars have been pushing through. I wish his teething were quick like a band-aid, but they're coming in like molasses in winter. It's a lot to handle no matter who you are in the family equation! Last night he woke up around 4 a.m. and just wanted to ball up on my chest and nuzzle into my neck. Finally I couldn't sit in the chair any longer so I brought him to bed where he remained in the same position until 6:45 a.m. I hardly slept a wink (even before that he'd been up every two hours) but I thought about how one day - not too far off from now - he won't curl up on my chest and nuzzle into my neck anymore. So every time things got nutty today I remembered how warm he felt and how good his hair smelled. He'll get his teeth soon enough. He even has his first dentist appointment coming up; ironically I made the appointment today.