Sometimes life is tough. This week my first one-year molar came through and it was not fun. Mommy looked in my mouth and said it looks like the next one won't be long either. Thank goodness Angela told my parents about this teether that they can put flavored ice cubes in!
And then the worst part. Mom and dad took away my bottle. No more yummy goodness before bed... instead they are trying to feed me this gross stuff mom calls oatmeal. It feels too funny in my mouth and I don't like it.
I have a secret though. If I scream loud and long enough, and it's really late at night sometimes I get a bottle. =)
Ah, the good ole days.
2 comments:
Oh - poor little dude! And poor mom and dad!
Seriously! A teether that you can put flavored ice cubes in? What is it?
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