Drool.

My poor Cooper.  We're teething.  I say "we" because the whole family is feeling the pain.  He's not sleeping well at all-- we do Tylenol before bed and again in the middle of the night.  He's chewing and drooling and fussy as can be.

There's been a lot of this.

And this.

But yesterday, I gave him a new teething toy.

An apple slice, his first taste of real food.

He didn't really know what it was.

But it must've been ok.

Nom.

Maybe he'll like it better next time, but for now, it gets one "toe" up.