Has it really been more than a month since my last post?! Sheesh! Time flies when you're teething. So many changes I don't know how Mom can really keep track of anything. I know there are times when she's completely gone bonkers like the time she forget to give Grandmama my bottles...or the time she misbuttoned my jacket...or the time she almost forget to pick me up from Gail's house...or the time she fell alseep in the rocking chair while trying to get me to fall asleep. Now that she has a new job, Mom said things will get better.
I'm not really sure as to how Mom's new job relates to my gums not hurting anymore. Like anyone with no teeth, I have my good days and my bad days. There are times when it feels like my gums are about to explode and sucking my thumb provides no relief. If I'm miserable then everyone else is miserable. Unfortunately, that's the way it works when it comes to teething. Then there are times when I don't even feel pain shooting through my mouth. I try to relish those moments.
I savor pain free days as much as I savor my applesauce, pears, and bananas. I've been sampling what the big people have to offer. Pureed food is pretty tasty. I especially love my fruits, but I find sweet potato to be a big orange mess. Now that I've got big people food in my system, I've got big people poo. (Well, that's what Mom says.) It's like a gigantic stink bomb now. Mom must have some masochistic tendencies because she keeps on sniffing my butt checking if I laid a log. It's really unnecessary because you can smell it all the way to Figi. Trust me, Mom. It's S-T-I-N-K-Y.
Even though some of my chub has dissolved, the ladies still dig me.
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