Bryant is only 3 1/2 months old and has started teething. He hasn't learned to chew yet so any remedies I know of don't work because they all involve teethers, frozen washcloths, etc., etc. The only thing that seems to console him so far is a cold bottle. Poor guy, if I could take the pain away from him I would. Oh, the best part is, he is teething just in time for our weekend mountain trip, that his dad will not be attending so I have my precious teething son all to myself this weekend. Well, I say "all to myself". I am attending a ladies retreat...all women. Let me repeat, all women. So I am sure that among the one hundred and fifty ladies there, there will be at least one with a comforting remedy for me. But what to do with all of the hundreds of other tidbits of advice? It should be an interesting weekend to say the least.
As I sit here, I become more appreciative of the silence that consumes our apartment. For now. As I am typing I hear him start to cry...well, time for round nine, or is it ten? Anyhow, I will soon lose count.
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