Liam's getting a couple of teeth on the top row. Although we could see the whites of the teeth through the gums for some time now, they only actually started to break through about a week ago. But for this past solid week he's been miserable.
He acts like he's in so much pain that he
always gets to be by Mommy's side;
always has to have her hold him. He cries, she runs to him. He gets to rock with Mom anytime in the chair and gets fed
whenever he's hungry. So where does this leave me? By myself, without any love.
Oh! But for some reason he's happy all of the sudden when he gets to play with a ball, or eat oatmeal and baby mush. And the pain swiftly disappears when Mom plays games with him. You thinking what I'm thinking? That's right, Liam, with his big, fake,
disproportioned teeth gets whatever he wants whenever he wants. Well, you know what? I'VE BEEN SICK FOR THE SAME AMOUNT OF TIME!
No......I already have
my teeth. Had 'em about 26 years now.
I've even exchanged the
old ones for
new ones between then and now. Instead, I've had flu-
ish symptoms. I won't tell you much about them because of all the runny,
gooey, sticky, gummy,
gelatinous, stinky,
poopy,
barfy,
hurty, achy details which may make you sick. Anyway, I've felt like crying just as much as the little boy, but I refrain; I'm
bigger than that. Doesn't Mom realize that
I need her more in these types of situations than a faking baby does? I've had to deal with it all alone AND had to go to all of my classes and work (although I didn't). Any of you know what TLC is? Tender, Love, and Care. Well, it seems that when a baby comes along all of Mom's TLC goes to him/her and leaves us (spouses) empty and alone. What am I supposed to do when
I'm hungry? Where's Carrie to scratch my back when
I need put to sleep? What happened to
our ball playing time?
As you all know, when teething, much slobbering occurs. With a fat neck all the slobber collects in the
crevasses. Check out the rice
crispies caught in Liam's neck-swamp!

And here's what my head feels like with all my congestion. Who looks the sickest to you?