Poor Baby Boy

Poor darling Baby Boy seems to have begun teething in earnest.

And we all wonder just where did that baby, who smiled all the time and only rarely cried, go?

This morning, the two uncles and I, Uncle Oldest Son and Uncle Youngest Son, could not do anything to console him.

Well. Except for sneezing and saying "bless you!"

He thought that was hysterical.

So we did it. Until we nearly hyperventilated.

Anything to help the boy. We are his slaves.