(turn and face the strain)
Just gonna have to be a different man
Time may change me
But I cant change time
As much as I've loved looking at that little toothless grin, I was just starting to wonder if Jay was ever going to get any teeth. My dear uncle referred to him as "dentally retarded" which is hilarious, though not exactly PC. I was starting to look into baby dentures, but Derek told me that was probably unnecessary. Well, folks, the worries were needless ... he's getting teeth! And not just one tooth, either. Why go through the misery of teething multiple times when you can just get them all at once?! Okay, not all - just two. The first one broke through on Saturday and he's getting another one today. He's been a little more cranky than usual, but seems to be dealing fine as long as we keep that Orajel out of sight. He hates that stuff.
And speaking of things he hates, he's decided that he hates being anywhere that Mommy isn't. He has gotten very clingy with me, to the point that he screams frantically when I try to leave him. On Sunday after we dropped him off in his Sunday School class and headed up to our class, he was out of control wailing. As we walked out of the nursery, we ran into a friend who said (and I quote) "Wow, that kid is really miserable." Yeah, that was my kid. I know, it's just a phase. This too shall pass. He'll grow out of it soon. But I really, really hate that every time I leave him, the last thing I see is that miserable sad crying face and those little arms reaching out to say "Come back and get me!" And I'll probably be equally sad someday to drop him at junior high school and realize that he'd rather not be seen with me. But for now, I'm gonna have a hard time not running back to scoop him up, stick him in my purse, and take him to work with me.