jackson’s top 4 (yes 4) teeth are cutting his gums. the tooth that is to the right of his front top two teeth broke the skin yesterday, and now i’m just waiting for the other three. when his bottom front two teeth came through, they did so together. it was like a beautiful synchronized swimming routine. one major scream fest produced two teeth. while all 4 of these top suckers are right there and just to the point of driving him looney, only one has broken through so far. he is constantly noisy… and i can’t even say “fussy” because that just doesn’t cut it. “fussy” is a term to use when jackson just isn’t getting his way and wants to let you know he doesn’t like that he’s not getting his way. this noise that he is now producing, takes me back to Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets. reason being that jackson has turned into a mandrake. yes, that annoying as hell plant that when you pull it out of its pot, it squeals and writhes and makes this noise that just says, “I HATE YOU AND I WANT YOUR EARS TO HATE ME BECAUSE I HATE YOU.” today that is my son. i love him, but today he is a mandrake.

in other news, i have a “party” this evening. i don’t normally attend these type of functions (rachel, i hear you laughing) but given that my son is currently a mandrake, i’m attending tonight’s festivities. the chick who lives below us (and mind you, all people who live in our complex are navy as we live in the on-base apartments) is having a pampered chef party tonight. now, i don’t know who or what the “pampered chef” is, nor do i surround myself with navy wives on a regular basis, but supposedly there is wine involved… and you know, where there is wine… you will find me. i’ll be the one standing in the corner, uncorking myself another bottle.