H2 is teething like a hmmm... maybe like a shark. They have lots of teeth, right? He's getting 6 that I can see (he isn't keen on me looking in his wee little mouth at the moment), two of which are molars. His little gums are so swollen that they look deformed. Poor little tyke. He's a bear too, so not much time for mommy to do anything else this week. He just wants to be held by me, presumably so I can't escape his screams. He obviously holds to the "if I suffer, everyone suffers" creed (so do I, so I totally get him).

I'd post some Easter pics for you to peruse whilst I walk a whiny baby, but alas, L forgot to charge the battery and we got nary a one. OK, actually it's my job to charge the battery, but I'd rather blame our lack of photographic documentation of H2's first Easter home on L. Mean, yes, but loads of fun.