No, no... It's not money like normal people's struggling
parents told us when we were young... It's teeth! I know,
quite the shock... allow me to elaborate. Ian has began the apparently long and arduous
task of sprouting teeth, and it's amazing the amount of difficulty that comes
from growing teeth. And here I thought
that sore gums were the major part of it, but was I ever wrong. So, I suppose the main thing that I wouldn't
have guessed is that apparently having teeth makes you shit more. Since his one little tooth has broke through
the gum on his lower jaw, he's been blowing it out his ass like never
before. A couple days ago, he even had
his first "big-boy" shit, which evidently means he stops merely
staining the back half of his diaper and instead fills it with the Sam's Club
size creamy Jif. And the smell is
unexpected as well, like a dead donkey pickled in ammonia. He's started doing some serious business just
in time for us to try and switch to cloth diapers... great! Also, he has regressed to sleeping for only
two hours at a time, which is especially difficult since he now sleeps in his
own room, so we have to actually get up.
Anyway, the moral is that he's much more irritable, much less sleepy,
and much more efficient at processing what he eats into a aromatic heap of
Pampers. It's enough to make you think
that toothless hillbillies are really on to something...
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