So this evening as Noah and I were sitting on the couch I had a thought. A random thought. I wonder if Noah's molars are in. And just maybe, maybe this hellish week is not solely due to the fact that he is entering the terrible 3's in a few months. Maybe this week has been off the charts, send-mommy-to-the-loony-bin kind of hard, because he was teething. So I look. I whip out my trusty flashlight, AKA iPhone, and voila. There they are. I can't imagine how miserable that must be. These little bursts of screams in the morning before he even opens his eyes, these restless nights and throwing a tantrum every hour, these countless dinners untouched, must be the product of those pesky and oh-so-large molars making their debut through those precious little gums. So since I have no idea when exactly the moment was that they poked through, I'm going to say that he got his 2 year molars today. August 20th, 2016. It has been written and so it must be so.
Drumroll please.......
Hello 2 year molars. Thank you for making life just a little bit more hellish this week.
Time for some ibuprofen, lots of prayer and hopefully a better night's rest.
Sleep well my sweet little angel. I pray the worst is over...for both our sakes.
Love you to forever and back.
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