Poor Cohen is getting THREE molars at the moment. To top it off, he busted his top lip at the park on Friday, and has had a bloody scab since. I know he's in pain, and his mood can change from happy and sweet to full-blown crying-tantrum within seconds. Motrin is our best friend at the moment, and thank goodness for grits and oatmeal because he can't eat much else. The only thing that seems to appease him when he's hurting is playing outside, so we've had many fun days at the park, and we've created a play area for Cohen on the front porch. He's loving it!
As you can see, he has mastered the art of the tantrum. He knows exactly what he's doing to get what he wants, and 95% of the time, this face doesn't work.
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