After a week of what seemed to be sheer torture for Mason and I, his first two teeth broke through. Many a Motrin, teething tablets, frozen wash cloths, and teething rings later, I realized that nothing really seems to sooth the pain for little dude. Baby Oragel works for a whopping 2.5 seconds, and the endless screaming then resumes.
He refuses to let you look at them. He musy be embarrassed of his Waffle House grin. I personally think it just happena to be the most precious thing ever. I was afraid the new toothy smile couldn't compare to his gummy baby grin, but I guess parents are right when they say, 'Just when you think they couldn't get any cuter...'
Mason is also sitting up with a little assistance. He has to work on his balance some more. He is also eating solids now of carrots, sweet potatoes, peas, and squash. The kid loves peas. Strange. However, at almost 19lbs now, I think he's content on having any food put into his mouth.
Where did my sweet, quiet, snuggly newborn go? He turned into a screaming, pea-eating, sleeping-through-the-night, playful but cranky, tiny terrorist. Ahhh the joys of motherhood.