Time for Teething!

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Little Charlie R.

My poor, little Charlie R. is truly suffering through the teething process today. His little rosy red cheeks, his teary eyes. It is just so terribly sad to see him feel badly.  

He did not want to play. He did not want to be put down to walk around. He simply wanted to be held until it was lunchtime. 

He managed to sit in his highchair nibbling on a couple of pita crackers while I fixed him some lunch. Must have felt good on those gums. He did well eating chopped up chicken, mashed potatoes and gravy, and green beans with carrots, and a cup of milk.  But the moment he was full, he immediately wanted to be held.

Like a little monkey, clinging around my neck, that is all he wanted to be. To be held.

So I cleaned him up and we went back to his room. I grabbed his blankey and held him while he figured out what he wanted to have happen next. 

He was not necessarily cranky. He just sat on my lap chatting in his Charlie R. language about whatever it was he was talking about until twenty minutes passed and he fell asleep, clinging to me like the cheeky little monkey he is.

Gosh I love this little guy. Even on days like today. 

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