Changes.

So, mommy returned to work last week. After much anxiety and stress, the week turned out to be just fine.

Bryson and Daddy had their first day without me and it went perfectly. Grandma was thrilled about her three days with Bryson. The first two went great, but by Friday... things had changed. Bryson was cranky all day. A lot of drool, a few tears, and constant sucking on his hands leads us to believe... our little bundle of love may be a the start of the oh so dreaded - teething!

Oh joy.

Not really. I do no know how we will handle seeing our boy in pain. The only remedies: 

 teething gel, frozen toys to suck on, and plenty of cuddles and love.

Good luck to Bryson. And good luck to us and grandma

Bryson two months. He looks like he's three years old!.
(It's the hair)