More teeth... hopefully

If Nash isn't getting some more teeth in right now then I don't know what's wrong with him. The past two days has been constant cyring- real & fake- with only 2 half hour naps, both preceded by 1/2 an hour of wailing in his crib. I'm a little mad at myself for getting short tempered. But that was earlier. Right now I don't care that my new black jacket is covered in messy finger food experiments and slober. Here's Nash in a rare smiley moment this morning, and one of him feeding himself. Cheers to those tiny, cute and painful chompers.