And then there were two...

teeth, that is! Poor Adam had a very rough night last night. He woke several times crying out in pain from his second tooth breaking through. I keep reminding him that he won't remember any of this, but that doesn't seem to be helping right now. Baby Tylenol does, though. As long as he has his medicine every four hours, he's a pretty happy kid. Still no pictures, though. He's very private about his teeth. We rarely catch a glimpse of them and even Mommy is not always permitted to feel them with her finger.