teething with rage

Well, it's official: Kenny's working on some choppers, and it ain't a pleasant experience. Mr. K has made an unfortunate (and unwilling) new habit of waking with the occasional outburst of "MYMOUTHREALLYHURTSANDIDON'THINKYOUFULLYCOMPREHENDWHATI'MTALKINGABOUTHERE!" which, to be honest, sounds more like a wounded cougar scream, but we know what he really means. Combine that with the fact that teething sets your saliva glands into overdrive, and we've got a pissed off faucet on our hands.

Seriously, the kid is drooling on a perpetual basis, and every time I have him up on my shoulder and forget to place a burp cloth there, I have to change my shirt shortly afterwards. A wet shoulder is just not as pleasant as it may sound, people.

I know he's working on two teeth on the bottom, and possibly two more up top. It's hard to know for sure, as whenever I jam my fingers in there to poke around, he gets upset about it. What's that about?

Overboard and I bought some Orajel the other day to use on the overnight visits when he is particularly distraught. While the numbing agent tends to work fairly well, getting it in there is a challenge unto itself (see previous paragraph).

In general, Kenny is doing well though, and is content to make a snack out of anything and everything that gets within reach of his hands or mouth (the dog learned this the hard way and now keeps a respectful distance, except during meal times).