Amy and I were just commenting last week that Aaron seemed to be in his best spirits. Not having an ear infection every other month certainly helps, as does Jada's continuing thaw towards him. Life seemed on the upswing for our little guy.
Of course, no sooner had we thought all this than another round of teething hit. I incorrectly diagnosed it as a sore throat at first, when he awoke crying in the middle of the night, and I found him, eyes closed, face down, and drooling. He's slept better since then, but can be found sticking his finger in the back of his mouth and leaving a frisbee-sized drool puddle on his shirt.
Poor little guy; his body is saying it needs more teeth just to keep up, but it's causing him such distress. Let's hope those chompers break through soon.
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