Holy molar! and other stories

I'm on a "record keeping" kick this month, since I realized that Will is almost and year and a half old and I have written almost NOTHING in his would-be baby book for posterity. I obviously didn't inherit my own mother's knack for thorough bookeeping when it comes to kids -- she can tell you exactly what I ate, said, slept, and pooped at this moment back in 1977. Amazing.

As for me, I guess this blog is the modern version of Will's baby book. So, onto teeth... Will finally got his first teeth when he was about 11 months old (which is a little later than average). Not that this stopped him from eating all kinds of solid food (including entire peaches with skin). About 2 months later, he had his top 4 teeth, and 2 more months after that, the bottom front two teeth. Now, much to our amazement (since we are decidely laissez-faire when it comes to monitoring teething progress), at 17 months Will seems to be getting his first set of molars! Technically, I think these are his First Molars, and boy do they seem to hurt. We first noticed them when Will was writhing around the floor, screaming in pain... It's just about the only way to get a good look in his mouth, since he won't let us stick our fingers in there. There's been drooling, not eating, night waking, and all around grumpiness. And this was on top of another horrible week-long bout of flu (which we all got at the same time). When it rains, it pours.