Clean Up, Aisle Grayson

This has been quite the weekend. My dad and Susan are in town for a short visit and Grayson marked the occasion by vomiting for most of Saturday and then hard-core teething from his one year molars beginning at 5 a.m. on Sunday. Nothing says Welcome! like an inconsolable, puking toddler.

Luckily today he's kept his food down (so far), but he's still running a small fever and he can't seem to get relief from his gum pain. It's such a helpless feeling to watch him get so worked up when nothing seems to soothe him.

He was super hungry for lunch since he lost all his food yesterday, but then when he ate it made his gums hurt which would send him into sobbing fits. He would barely calm down between bites of applesauce. It was so sad.

Michael has Grayson calmed down now and is trying to get him to take another nap since he's worn out and fussy. Say a little prayer that these molars break through quickly! The first one on top wasn't this bad, but I think he's getting the bottom two at the same time. Yay.