Peter and I were trying to figure out why Alethea has been so grumpy the past few days. Grumpy is a nice word, really. ‘Holy Terror’ went through my head a few times too. But anyway, today I decided to check for teeth. Sure enough, molar #1 is coming through and I think #2 is not far behind. I’ve decided I don’t really like the whole teething thing…
Not that my opinion counts for anything.
I dont know who to feel bad for: Alethea because her mouth hurts
or
you, for having to put up with all the
bad moods!