Despite Liam acting like an insomniac with PMS, we still have no teeth. At his worst, he won't even accept the soother and just screams at us. Mostly in the middle of the night. Thankfully a little baby Advil helps this, for a while anyway. But he is just grumpy and hard to please in general.
On one hand, I don't want teeth. He can chomp pretty good with his gums, and I swear he's bitten me with them. Ouch! On the other hand, I am ready to have a really good night's sleep and stop this insanity. Plus, he is almost 9 months old, so I guess it is time.
I could swear that Xander was not this bad with his first teeth, but I brought that idea up to my Mom this morning and she said he was pretty bad himself. (And that I was terrible before my first two teeth popped through.) Which I will just file under Mother's Amnesia. Even I have it.
Let's hope before long Liam's fussing and fretting is over, we have a few teeth, and I am on my way to storing this time away under Mother's Amnesia.