Artemis has been anything but herself these past three days (or maybe it’s a vision of things to come). We’re pretty sure that it can all be attributed to teething (her three molars are just about to poke through). She has been exhibiting almost all the classic signs; decreased appetite, waking at night, chewing on her hand, totally ill tempered (I’m being REALLY nice here, Ed thought that “possessed” would be a good word to describe her and I wanted to send her back but that would not be nice and this here is a “nice family blog”).
Max has three molars that have broken the skin but he is acting normal (more even tempered than usual!?).
Thankfully, we only have another 12 months of this…