Our friend Tylenol

Having achieved the advanced age of nine months, and having just cut our very first tooth, we find ourselves keeping constant company with that old parental favorite, Tylenol. It is wherever we go these days, and wherever we go, there it is. It even appears alongside us in virtually every picture, like the spider and cricket in Mercer Mayer's Little Critter books.




But, wait, is that safe? Isn't it somewhat....bad....to be constantly giving your child Tylenol? Well, I suppose that theory might need investigation if in fact we were dosing him. However, we find that for our child to receive Tylenol's beneficial effects, we need only hand it over to him for this kind of treatment:




That's right, CHEW THERAPY! Thank goodness for Tylenol, whose dropper has (on its outside) just the right rubbery soft-but-hard consistency for my child's toothiness. Now, we will be the first to admit that "toothiness" isn't always easy to face...but you know what is lots of fun? Peekaboo!



James really likes to stand behind my chair while I sit here at the computer and type. I'll turn around every once in awhile and say the magic word ("Boo!") and elicit squeals of delight from Young Master here. And, it must be said, sometimes the mommy and daddy squeal with delight at the kid's squeals of delight as well.

So all is well around here once again, although the past week has been really rough with all the teething and all the fussing. Luckily, we seem to be back to our chipper selves, even though we've just come down with a cold. Ah, well. Until next time!