rough week
Well, it's been a rough week. Eliot is in the throes of teething. This time it's the dreaded back teeth - the bicuspids. He has been chewing on everything - his toys, his hands, his friends... We can tell when his Motrin is about to wear off because he nosedives from perfect angel to cantankerous troll in a matter of minutes. Then back up again, as his next fix starts to kick in. Even in the middle of the night he awakens at the stroke of one o'clock - six hours from his last dose. We have to go in, re-medicate him and rock him back to sleep. These back teeth are particularly brutal. But we have seen one of them poke it's little head up through the gum, so hopefully he'll be feeling better soon.
