I finally found my favorite shirt while rummaging through my closet. Nothing fancy. It was just a shirt. A stretchy shirt. It was one of those shirts where I fit in. Yes. Even on those bulgy days when I feel like a
Aaanyway, I left the shirt and went out the room to get something. And when I got back, well, well, well someone's gnawing on the poor thing! Tsk! tsk! tsk!I guess little teething baby here couldn't resist glittery stuff. Note the extra glittery bead resting on his cheek (pic below). Hmm..I wonder what those glistening things taste like. Probably blah. But Kliven here thinks otherwise! Forgive me for being such a bad mother for letting my son chew on such things. By that time, I was too lazy and exhausted to spring out and take that shirt away. Because I just knew, little Mr. Drama King here was going for another meltdown if I did so.
To date, Kliven at 1 yr. and 5 months, has about 12 teeth in different areas (I just counted them!). And the teething mood ranges from mild to severely cranky. I think he's growing fangs for now. Just in time for Halloween. But his teeth gaps kinda looked funny. In time, he's going to don a complete set. By then, I should have heaved a sigh of relief. Freedom from all that teething craziness is tooo good to be true. But whoooaaa wait! Holy guacamole! I almost forgot..baby no. 3's teething days are in the horizon. In a few months, it should be banging its way through my door. Stress. Stress. Stress. That's what I get for having 2 closely-spaced children : )