Teeth

Our boys are the proud owners of four new teeth.

Well, when I say "proud" really I am referring to Rhys. Garrett is feeling  more "so damn glad that's over"-ish about the whole ordeal.

True to their personalities, we had two very different experiences with their first teeth.

Garrett, on teething:

" OMG, OMG, OMG. Something hurts. DID YOU HEAR ME? Something in my mouth hurts.
A tooth you say? Well, Mr. Tooth, do you KNOW who I AM? I am Master Garrett Giroux and I WILL NOT STAND FOR THIS!
What? What's that? A frozen washcloth? Seriously mom, do you really think THAT's going to help????? What? Homeopathic teething drops? You MUST be joking.
WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
Mom, Mr. Tooth is trying to kill me!!!!!!! A special necklace? Have you lost your MIND???
MOM!!!!!!!
WAAAAAAAAAA!
What? A nap? HA! You must be kidding. I'm being tortured and you want me to SLEEP? I CANNOT SLEEP! I WON'T! I won't do it!!!!!
Okay, okay. The only thing that will help here is being held.
DO YOU HEAR ME?
HOLD MEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
No, no, you cannot put me down. The exersaucer? HA! I will not go in there. Not under these conditions. No, I will not go in my bouncy seat. No, I will not go in the Bumbo or the swing.
MOM!!!!!
HELP!!!!!!!!!!
Yes, that's right. Carry me everywhere.
No, I do NOT care that my brother needs to be fed or his bum changed. Yes, I know I am not the only baby in the house.
No he IS NOT getting teeth too. Look at him, Mr. Tooth is NOT trying to kill him!!!!
Seriously mom!  My mouth is a war zone!!!! It's all about ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"

Then, we have Rhys, on teething:

"Huh. Something funny going on in my mouth. I think I will whimper for 2 seconds. Okay. That didn't help. You know what? This isn't so bad. I think I will grow two teeth at once and just get it over with. All the better to chew my toys with.  Oh by the way, can you do something about that crazy, screaming banshee that shares a room with me? Thanks Mom"

Oh yes. What fun we had. :-)