Poor Camper. I think his teeth are on the move again. Today he’s been rashy, drooly, fussy, and CLINGLY. There’s no putting the child down. No fevers, though, and he’s eating and pooping fine. The most peaceful time we had all day was when we sat in his chair and rocked, and he looked over my shoulder out the window. He loves to stare at the tall trees blowing in the wind, and I noticed today, they ARE tall. The things you take time to see when your kid stares at them for an hour.
The only other thing that calms him down is sucking on my neck. I know. Weird. If I have short sleeves on, he goes for my arm…but seriously…if my own son gives me a hicky I will be at a complete loss for how to explain it. “You see…he’s teething…and he, um…likes to…” Classic. Story for his first date, no?
So yes, it’s a no makeup just chillin’ in the house with the baby kind of day. I wish the beach were closer :)
Tags: teething
