Work-parenting balance is unbalanced! Babysitter’s on holiday this week! So today, blogging = short storytelling in pictures.
Owen is teething, poor guy. Happy ending: He's got one tooth! Tragic ending: He's got another on the way. It's HARD to be seven months old.
Last week we went camping right near here. Owen started teething before we left, stopped when we got there, and started again four hours after we returned home. We all appreciate this, and are further convinced he's the most awesome kid in the world. Also, camping was a blast.
The End
Teething is the worst! They’re perfectly happy and then, all of a sudden, they’re not! They’re fed and clean and rested and it always takes entirely too long to work out why they’re so unhappy. And then there’s nothing you can really do to make them feel any better. Poor little guys. Good luck with the new teeth!