Yesterday while trying to extract yet another unidentified foreign object from Griffin's mouth, I made a shocking discovery - a MOLAR! It looks like it's been there for a while, just hanging out on the top left side of his mouth, all lonesome like and forlorn.
A molar just may explain any number of the times that I've felt like putting Griffin out on the curb in the past few months. Who knows how long it's been there?
Also, while I'm here, have you ever had the chance to watch your kid fall ass over tea-kettle down the stairs? I wouldn't recommend it - it's not on my list of "things that give me warm fuzzies." It will, however, go on the list of "things that age you 5 years in 30 seconds or less!" Everyone is fine, Griffin cried for about 30 seconds, cuddled for about 30 more seconds, and then looked up and asked me for food (a la sign language.) Meanwhile, my heart rate went back to an acceptable level no less than 45 minutes later.
Adventures in Parenting...never a dull moment!