If truth in journalism were important to me, I would have titled this entry "Owen can handle the teeth." But what fun would that have been?
I've been anxious for months now about when teething would start and how bad it would hit us, but overall Owen is handling it pretty well. There have been some fussy days and several nights of interrupted sleep. Yet I can safely say we are on the upside of it now, and the only casualties were my nose and one entire bottle of Baby Motrin.
I thought I was going to get a great shot of his two new pearlies in that top photo, but then he made like he was Brad Pitt and I was paparazzi. You can still sort of see them if you click on the picture and enlarge it.