In the words of Talia, "If you need me, I'll be in the bedroom sobbing hysterically into a teeny-tiny little onesie".
Ha, Talia, you kill me:)
Well, what a difference a month makes. Last time I reported, Twain was the perfect little peach of a baby doll.
And now...um...let's be kind and say he is teething.
Teething quite ferociously I might add. Making him exponentially more fussy than he used to be. Poor thing is gnawing on everything in sight.
Now, he is clingy.
And cries a lot.
The other night at Target, he was crying so persistently, that any ability for me to make a decision was thrown right out the window. He just wanted me to hold him.
We are giving him highlands teething tablets. Which seem to be helping. Or so I tell myself, to preserve my sanity:)
Don't get me wrong. There are many, many times when he is happy.
And there are even many times when he happily plays on the floor.
Twain at 6 months:
You are more fiercely determined than any of your brothers. You will stop at NOTHING to grab the object you desire.
You are sitting, for the most part, though you are wobbly at times.
You are a rolling machine and even tried to get to your knees a few times.
When you are not crying, you seem very excited about something. You adore your brothers and are determined to keep up with them.
When did you turn into such a wild little thing?
You are crazy about your mama, and do a lock-down stare at her anytime someone else is holding you. You just gotta keep her in your sight at all times.
I love you Twain...You certainly are keeping this mama on her toes!