Jacob was up and down all night Thursday night. Paul and I were so frustrated. We kept saying things like "it's been a week that we've been home, it should be BETTER by now" and "I'm going to kill that f*ing baby!" (okay, that was more me than Paul, but...).
Then. Last night. Paul is changing Jacob's clothes and sees... a tooth.
Ahhh, got it...
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