That’s right folks, C and I are now officially living in Teething Hell, CT.
L.A. has one little tooth that is right there and refuses to pop through his gums. This has caused the last several nights to be interrupted by screaming fits and an inconsolable baby who doesn’t seem to quite understand what is going on in his mouth. The only thing he knows for sure is that he doesn’t like it. Quite frankly, neither do I. If this one little tooth is any indication of how the rest of our teething journey will be, then C and I better buckle up tight because it’s going to be a very bumpy ride.