is as sweet as they come.
But he’s teething,
and grumpy,
and screams at me all day long,
because he’s teething.
And he’s in to everything.
I find shoes in cabinets.
I find toys in bathtubs.
And socks in trash cans.
And I know exactly how they got there.
Nap time is CRUCIAL these days. Because I’m exhausted after only an hour or two of chasing him around.
But his hugs and kisses and dancing and clapping and giggles and funny frowns make his awake time bearable.

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