Don't let the smile fool you...

this boy's got the Satan in him. Well, either Satan or just a stubborn tooth. I vote for Satan though.
We are two weeks into his first teething experience. So much slobber, so much screaming, so little sleeping. If we keep him dosed on teething tablets and baby Tylenol he's manageable, but the poor little bugger is having a hell of a time pushing out those pearly whites. It's hard to see him in pain, but more importantly, it sucks for me. I'm so tired. Keeping him distracted and comfortable is a full time gig that I'm not entirely qualified for. But every time I'm ready to throw in the towel he goes and smiles at me or falls asleep in my arms--manipulative little bastard.