runny nose plus 3 hour nap plus fussy equals...

It's teething time again!
It's teething time again!
Let's sing a song about teething time again!
Make up your own tune,
but just so you know!
we are singing a song about how it is
TEETHING!
TIME!
AHHHH-GIN!

I guess you could say (I have stopped singing now) that I have been hyper-sensitive to the fact that this day could pop up soon ever since I mentioned the witching hour and Bobw suggested molars as the culprit. Wednesday night Fuller woke up at 3:30 in the morning crying. Now, I am not sure if teething was really to blame for that slumber interruption because when I went into his room, he was sitting up in his crib, wrestling with the blanket that he had wrapped around his head. I took it off, gave him his paci and he was right back to sleep.

And then Thursday night Damon woke me up at 12:30 to ask where a night light was because Fuller was crying and Damon thought Fuller was afraid of the dark. Highly plausible becase his room is darker than Grant's tomb and I was afraid of the dark when I was little. I couldn't quite remember if we even had a spare night light around so I told Damon to turn on the light in Fuller's bathroom and crack the pocket door.

Yesterday Fuller woke up and was not his usual chipper, happy self. His upper lip was crusted with taletell signs of snot and nothing really made him happy. So, he popped some teething tablets (which I finally found at Wal-Mart. Why didn't I ever think to look in the pharmacy section? Next to the vitamins? duh.) and within half an hour he was ready to sleep.

Two hours later, he wanted lunch, but not before he expressed his discomfort by crying and being rather unconsolable. Plus, the runny nose had begun in earnst. A few pill pops later and he was fine for two and half hours. Then at 1:30 it was obvious a new nap was necessary so he greatfully accepted my offer of an afternoon nap.

I didn't hear another peep from him until 4:30. When I went to get him from his room, he was a mess of baby boy and snot. I cleaned him up, held and rocked him, and that right there told me he wasn't feeling very well. Fuller never likes to be rocked any more (my baby is growing up! Sob!).

We made it through the evening and he was in bed by 7:30 (with a few more teething tablets for good measure). And then, he greeted the day at 6:30 this morning, which means I greeted the day at 6:30.

So, when you think of us today, just sign a little song and remember to say a little prayer:

It's teething time!
It's teething time!
We all brace ourselves,
because it is teething time.

Little teeth pushing themselves
It the surface of Fuller's mouth
So that he may bite and chew
But first they must poke through
And make life unpredictable

It's teething time!
It's teething time!
Momma hides under the covers
because it is teething time!