On Sunday, after a relaxing, impromptu “family nap”– Jack and me in the chair and Jeff in the bed– things went awfully awry. Out of nowhere, Jack just lost it. Tears– those big crocodile tears– and lots of hyperventilation. He wasn’t hungry, he wasn’t wet, he wasn’t warm– he wasn’t anything!

After 15 minutes of uncontrollable crying and the requisite WHAT DO WE DO shieks to each other, we chalked it up to teething.

He eventually calmed down. As Jeff and I shook our heads in confusion, we wiped the baby tears and held him a little closer. Poor kid.

It’s no wonder the old school used whiskey when we were teething.

On Monday afternoon, we noticed not one, but TWO new teeth.