Townes and Daisy are both cutting teeth this week. Up until now, Townes has had extremely minor symptoms when teething. But the two year molars are no joke. He has been miserable four over twenty-four hours now and last night was the worst night of sleep I’ve had since he was born. Tim spent much of the night sleeping next to his bed on the floor. I spent the wee morning hours of 3am to 6am with little man curled up next to me on the sofa, watching television and dozing. Hyland tablets and Motrin take the edge off.Even as I type this now, T is moaning softly to himself in the next room. I wish I could protect him from this pain.
Book reviews tomorrow. Tonight I’d like to share some photographs dad took at the park on Monday. Some of my best memories as a child were of my mom and dad taking turns pushing Erin and I at the park on the swings. There’s something about the thrill, the sensation of flight, having the bottom drop out of your tummy. Pure happy.
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