Mr Fussybritches

Yesterday, Evan was quite fussy. I felt around in his mouth (he's drooling quite a bit, and trying to gnaw on everything that comes within his grasp), and felt another tooth coming in on the top.
That will bring the grand total to three!

Of course, he needed LOTS of reassuring snuggles, a little orajel, and a tiny bit of Tylenol.

But yesterday was good, even though Lord Fussybritches dictated my every move. Still loving having him home, even if he's refusing to allow me to put him down, and when I do, he throws and epic fit.

There are plenty of times he forgets that his gums are hurting and plays like the little wild man he is. It's so cute.