The day after...

Dear Nicky,

So yesterday was your birthday, my beloved son, and you were so good and well behaved. But this morning, and I mean really early this morning, you woke up with your teeth killing you and also dying of thirst. We gave you another bath to soften up your congestion, which we're pretty sure is coming from teething, and to loosen up the crusty boogers cemented onto the tip of your nose. It was pretty tough till about noon, then we got large amounts of food into you and some Tylenol, after which your mood turned hugely sunny, as it is your natural state, and we all had a bunch of laughs making faces and tickling you. Then you crashed for your afternoon nap about an hour ago, and you're still down, thank goodness. This teething is really a nightmare. I hope it's not like this for all your teeth. Holy smokes!

Love,
Dad