That'll Teach Me to Phrase My Questions Correctly
P. B. Bear has been a most unhappy boy the last couple of days. He's acting like he's getting sick (again), but there's no runny nose or fever. He seems tired, yet he's been sleeping fine. He denies pain, hunger, itching, stuffiness, or crumbs (cramps) in his tummy. But tonight we had a breakthrough...
Me: "P. B., are your teeth bothering you?"
P. B.: "Nnnoo!"
Me: "Does your head hurt?"
P. B. "Nnnoooo! Waaahhhh!"
Me: "Can you tell me what's wrong?"
P. B. (bursting into tears): "Nnnooooo, I just can't. I just can't."
Me (to self): "I wish I could put my finger on what's troubling you."
P. B. (brightening considerably): "Mommy! Look at my finger! Aaaahhhhhhh!"
And with that he opened his mouth and pointed out two half-broken-through two-year molars. They weren't there two days ago, I swear.
Hopefully once he gets the top molars in, we'll be through this teething stuff for a while!
Me: "P. B., are your teeth bothering you?"
P. B.: "Nnnoo!"
Me: "Does your head hurt?"
P. B. "Nnnoooo! Waaahhhh!"
Me: "Can you tell me what's wrong?"
P. B. (bursting into tears): "Nnnooooo, I just can't. I just can't."
Me (to self): "I wish I could put my finger on what's troubling you."
P. B. (brightening considerably): "Mommy! Look at my finger! Aaaahhhhhhh!"
And with that he opened his mouth and pointed out two half-broken-through two-year molars. They weren't there two days ago, I swear.
Hopefully once he gets the top molars in, we'll be through this teething stuff for a while!
7 Comments:
that is just so funny.
reminds me of the blonde joke where a blonde turns up at the doctor's, complaining of a sore eye every time she has a cup of coffee.
"do you take sugar?" askes the doc.
"yes," admits the blonde.
doc's prognisis:
"well, next time you have a coffee, try taking the spoon out of the cup first..."
*giggle*
all the best with the preg's hormones love.. eat/sleep and chill baby....
xx
By skatey katie, at Friday, October 27, 2006 12:18:00 AM
er, that's prognosis, with an "o"
:o)
By skatey katie, at Friday, October 27, 2006 12:19:00 AM
Awww. Poor thing. And yes, once the molars are in, you should be golden in the teeth department at least...for him anyway ;-).
By chichimama, at Friday, October 27, 2006 7:28:00 AM
Damn those molars. Poor Bear!
By Jennifer, at Friday, October 27, 2006 10:23:00 AM
Laughing. We have similar issues here -- she swears her mouth isn't bothering her, and then all of a sudden will demand that we slather orajel all over her.
By Phantom Scribbler, at Friday, October 27, 2006 12:14:00 PM
What a cutie! But poor little guy. And hey, I just noticed on your ticker tape you're already 20 weeks! Wow, time is flying along, isn't it?
By Dana, at Friday, October 27, 2006 6:49:00 PM
Oooh, I hate molar teething. I'm getting my wisdom teeth in right now (actually, they need to come out, but we're uninsured, so no dice), and it has made me realize what my poor daughters, and practically all kids, go through the first two or three years of life. Ouch!
By Anne/kq, at Tuesday, October 31, 2006 3:52:00 PM
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