Teefs

Ugh.

Gus is teething.

He has a small fever.  He is not sleeping.  He is a drool factory.  He is not his usually pleasant effervescent self.  And, to be quite blunt, he is biting my nipples like he is a bear trap and I am a bear.

Sam is teething too.  His two front teeth, which have been MIA for several months now, are straining to bust through his gums.  It hurts him to brush his teeth.

I never thought I would have a seven year old and four month old teething simultaneously.  But I do.  Life is so weird sometimes.