Griffin has been sleeping rather poorly lately. He used to wake up around 4:30 or 5am, at which point we'd schlep him into our bed and we'd all slumber away for a few more hours. Well, 4:30 went to 3:30, then 2:30, 1:30...all the way up to 11:30. PM. That's like spending the entire night in our bed!
However, I do believe I have an explanation. When G turned 1 year old, he had a grand total of 6 teeth in his mouth. Or thereabouts. Now, a mere 11 weeks later, he has THIRTEEN. That's 7 teeth in 11 weeks - one of those occasions where math pretty much sucks.
A recent inspection in his mouth (which requires hanging him upside down and tickling him) revealed no more teeth waiting in the wings. I mean, I know there are more in there, but if they could all just CHILL for a while, we could all have a chance to catch up on some sleep. That would be really, really lovely.