Teeth ... Oh, the Teeth!

Sawyer, at eight months, is getting six teeth all at once (you can barely see one on bottom, and the other bottom one has yet to poke through) - and let me tell you, it is no picnic for anyone. Our chill little dude has turned into a little banshee, squawking and squealing if you put him down for a second. Orajel and Motrin help a little, but he is still very vocal these days and quite demanding. Take a look. Can't say I blame him.