Let me begin by saying teething is for the birds.... I can't sleep, I can't breath and my mouth hurts. BUT.....I got my first tooth!!!! I want to chew on everything including my new found toes. Man, where have those been, they are delicious!!!

"I got it, now move closer, closer"

"OH darn it, I lost them, try again!!!"

"Now closer, closer"

"SUCCESS!!!!! Yum"
Okay, now let me share my weekend of misery! Mom found my tooth friday night when I was going to bed. I kept mom awake most of the night with my frequent outburst of crying, then around 3:30; dad came and got me and brought me to their bed. Then dad tweaked his back some how, so he was in as much pain as me. So mom was taking care of two babies. Saturday was miserable because I couldn't breath worth a darn and that booger sucker is now the devil. Saturday night was a repeat of friday as well as Sunday afternoon. Then last night was the worst, I woke up coughing around 1:00, mom kept checking on me so she didn't get any sleep either, by 3:00 she took me to their bed so she could give me some medicine and suck my nose again with the devil. Well, that ticked me off to the point of uncontrollable crying, so I got a bottle and finally by 5:30 ish, I decided I'd worn us all out so I passed out for an hour. To be honest I think this lack of air issue is way worse for me right now than the teeth. So, today we are all pooped; wish me luck tonight, I'm hoping for some good sleep.