Let me just start out with a big ol' Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooo! Yeah!
The screaming has almost completely subsided. At this point, it only rears its ugly head when my son is frustrated or angry. Since he's generally a laid back baby, that isn't much.
The past two days have been glorious. I don't want to curse myself here (I probably have already just for mentioning the subject) but this phase may be over. I feel like one of Cinderella's singing, animated animals filled with the joy of a newly arrived spring, having survived the harsh winter. I could have filled Lake Michigan with the amount of hope I was feeling for the future.
Not so anymore.
This child specializes in finding new ways to drive me up a wall in unanticipated ways. Seriously, sign him up as a CIA torturer. He's relentless.
What new hades has descended upon our household? He's grown a third tooth...
That sounds innocuous enough, right? You may even be thinking that I'm talking about the process of teething. While teething includes sleepless nights and quite a bit of crying, I'm okay with it. Sure, we lose sleep but he's in pain and agitated. There's no way I'm going to get upset about that.
This morning, he discovered that he can grind his two bottom teeth against the fresh top tooth and make the most lovely noise. It send the worst kind of shiver down my back, like little tiny nails on the world's smallest chalkboard.
On the exact opposite end of the spectrum from the screaming, it's a quiet noise that somehow cuts through every other sound in the room. I've put on music in the hopes of covering it up to no avail. I've tried sitting across the room from him as he plays, hoping that the sound wouldn't carry more than a few feet. But since I'm the coolest guy ever, my son feels the need to either play right at my feet or sit in my lap. Normally, I'd love this level of attention from the little guy. Today I just can't seem to get far enough away from him. He doesn't seem all that interested in his pacifier either, the grinding is the only thing he's into. So my attempt to put a dampening spacer between his gums didn't even work.
Have you ever seen the movie Total Recall with former governator? It takes place on Mars, and there's a scene where Arnold's ejected from the habitable dome onto the cold surface of the planet. As his head nears the point of exploding because of the lack of atmosphere, he looks like this:
I'm pretty sure that's how I'm going to look by the end of the day. If my head actually does explode, please take up a collection and hire a cleaning service so my wife doesn't have to deal with the mess.
Bonus video! Rauhr urawr ughar.
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