Poor Curious George. At the moment this picture was taken, he was baring the brunt of May’s aggression, but he’s not the only one feeling May’s wrath as of late. May is teething, and it has not been fun times around Casa de Shean. This child will put anything in her mouth to relieve the pain:
We keep waiting to see if those little toofers are going to pop through, but nothing as of yet. I guess until they emerge, we’re going to have an angry May Buggy on our hands.
I have found a secret weapon though. My darling Belinda (a.k.a. Marcee) got May this fabulous netted, teether jam. You’re supposed to put fruit in the netting, but I have resorted to putting an ice cube in it. Aside from the floor being wet from all the drippings, it is quite possibly the best teething invention out there. This thing has really saved my butt. May seems to really like it, which means—–>less fussiness—–>happier buggy—–>happier mom.
I feel like it should only be a few more days before we see some teeth sprout. Hopefully by the next post, I’ll have a new addition (or two) to report on:)