My Little Teether

Daniel is teething. He has a temperature, chews on his fingers, and cries alot. He needed to be cuddled all night last night, so my sleep was sporadic and light. Daniel woke up this morning at 6:45am calling "Mom, Mommy! MOMMY!" He happened to be right next to me, so it sounded pretty loud in my ear.

This morning has been an interesting experience as I am trying to clean my house with a toddler on one hip. I folded and put the laundry away one handed. Danny will play in bursts of about five minutes, and then he wants to be held again.

While I am writing this, he is sitting peacefully on my lap. All he is doing is listening to the music and watching me type. Usually it is a trial to get him to sit still this close to the computer. He thinks that the computer is the coolest toy around. . . which goes to show how badly he feels.

Hopefully those teeth break through soon, I would like to be able to do the dishes.