Please pardon my lack luster posting as of late. The early stages of sleep deprivation tend to suck the wittiness right out of a girl. Good news though. I think we are moving past the dead on the feet stage and into slap happyville. Hopefully, the more slap happy I am, the less I will notice that my son had nearly chewed clean through my nipples. I’m fully expecting them to fall to the floor the next time I take my bra off.

What’s all the hullabaloo about? Teeth. He has none. NONE. Judging by his actions, any day now, he should sprout 23. I’m fairly certain he’s built up immunity to Tylenol and Hyland’s teething tabs. Thankfully, Halloween candy is a nice soothing balm for frayed nerves. I’ve consumed 47 fun size Almond Joy bars to help cope.