I had a dream last night that Jax had sprouted a mouth full of teeth, fangs and all. Any guesses what's been on my mind lately? I've stopped counting the number of people who tell me "It looks like he's teething, Mom..." Now I just glare at them and walk away.
My favorite part, though, has to be when they ask how old Ryan was when she got her first tooth. As if I remember anything beyond 2 days go (and that's pushing it). Most days, around 5 pm as I'm on my way to melt-down status, I find myself scratching my head wondering whether or not I took my Prozac that morning (and usually end up taking another one just in case, or for good measure -- whichever fits).
So, "No, I don't remember when Ryan got her first tooth, but does it even matter? Aren't we always talking about how each kid is sooooo different? Are you just asking me this to once again emphasize the fact that I am a less-than-stellar mother?? *cue eye twitch* "That's right, run away, run little cretin, run!"