My heart…. I feel like it’s being RIPPED from my chest. Or more like PULLED because it doesn’t really sting or anything. Wait, yes, IT STINGS! IT ACHES! IT RIPS! FROM MY CHEST!

Why?

Because my little rascal…. He’s been SCREAMING. All day. And, it’s not just any scream. When I was a kid at camp one year, I partook in a screaming contest — whoever screamed the loudest won. Of course, I won. I mean, of course. Anyway, the rascal’s scream today is even louder than my winning scream. His little face all red, baby blues all teary.

It’s awful, Gorgeouses.

Awful, awful, awful.

Poor little thing is teething. Of that I’m certain. The kid’s got his pudgy weeny fingers in his mouth ALL DAY LONG. The minute you try to remove them, like, to take off a onesie or something, all hell breaks loose. A scream to put to shame my winning scream.

This is all kind of new to me, Gorgeouses! The monkey never had to go through this. Her teeth just suddenly APPEARED one day. There was very little screaming involved….

I swear. I think I’m going to be sick. This crying is like a fist TWISTING in my GUT. My poor baby….

I gave him a dose of tempra because I COULDN’T TAKE IT ANY MORE. And, I think it’s soothed him for now…. But, I need a better strategy. I’ve got wet washcloths in the freezer, and I’m thinking I’ll go to the alternative drug store and score me some o’ this tomorrow….

He also has one o’ these, of course….

That would be Sophie the Giraffe. EVERY baby has one. At least every baby with a generous friend who’s willing to pay 20 some-odd dollars for her. The rascal could care less about Sophie, though. I put her on his lap, and…she just sits there…, untouched. Is it me? Or, is this giraffe toy really freaking uggers…? It’s popular as HECK, but freaking uggers.


He’s soooooooooooooo not into her. (I took this pic with my Pinkberry! Not bad, not bad!)

Now, he’s screaming again. I swear. It’s making me want to vomit. Seriously. This is the saddest scream I’ve ever heard. Poor thing’s in so much pain!


Help. Me.

‘Kay, so it’s 6:05pm right now. I’m going to get to bed EARLY because it’s going to be a long night. Lasagna dinner is already made (with rascal in sling the whole time and clinging to me ever so sweetly — PITY HIM).


(Also took these pics with my Pinkberry! S’aiight…!)

Seriously, Gorgeouses. I’m not equipped for this…. My heart. My achy breaky saddy waddy HEART!

Hey, Gorgeous! Yeah, you! C’mere you! Looooove! Hey, go check whom I wanna donate a BOATLOAD of Cheaty Breakfasts to! It’s all there at Cheaty Gossip! See you there, kay?

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