Deodorant and Comet

Ok, so I'm just tired of reading the first few lines of my last post every time I log on to my computer...

Here's an update:

We're doing much better than I would've thought four days ago. Mostly Des and I have been playing and cleaning since my energy has returned. Which was nuts because it was almost overnight. Somehow we all talk ourselves into thinking we're not reaaaally that tired and its just a pregnancy and we must be smoking crack or something. And then you return to normal and wow. I really was that tired. Even my dad commented on the fact that I was up and doing, like, stuff. and cooking, like, food. and not toast. Woh.

Destry has officially grown 4 molars--two in complete secret and two in complete and utter horribleness. Not sure why the top ones didn't hurt him. He's also taken up screaming. randomly. It's not for the feint of heart. But we're working on establishing our "quiet voice" and recently instituted a new rule: screaming = bedtime. So it only happens a few times a day now.  And I've noticed an upswing in the amount of stuff that goes in his mouth. I'm pretty sure it's from those stinking molars and the need to "teethe" on stuff. But yesterday that meant licking dad's deodorant while mom was showering. And then saying, "mmmmmmmm" and going back for more. Ugh. So we called Poison Control and had a pretty good laugh. Even the lady there giggled a bit. And we're in their system so, you know, we're like totally cool. Although she did mention the fact they don't look up past incidents so they won't think terrible thoughts when they realize your kid has a habit of licking inedible objects...someday destry will ask us why he's the way he is. We'll say, "Deodorant and Comet, Des. Deodorant and Comet."