toothly.

pop had to go to the magic shop yesterday. and by "magic shop," he means the dentist. one of pop's crowns fell off and he needed to get it cemented back in. as it turns out, the original dentist used the wrong cement to put the crown in in the first place.

it didn't surprise pop at all since dentistry is on par with medieval potions and other such sorcery. cement? really? what year is this? and we have to fasten metal bits into people's mouths? and don't get me started on fillings. they fall out, too. seriously, dentists are about as skilled as weathermen! "eh, maybe it'll stay in. maybe not!" drills, needles, metals, cement, twine. sounds like a torture box to pop. how about some advancement, fellas?

anyway, mercer is doing fine these days. he was in a funk since this past saturday, not wanting to eat much of anything, but we think he's come out of it. we think he was/is teething. he had a big feast of fake sausage, broccoli, cauliflower, and pork chop last night. then he washed it all down with some milk.

his new problem is bath time. he cries like a baby when we put him in and this NEVER happened before. he used to love bath time. we don't get it. he's beside himself crying when he comes out to get prepped (burt's bee's lotion, a+d cream, vicks, california baby cream on the face) for sleeping. he only starts to calm down when he's fully ready for bed and we're reading him a book. we hope that this, too, will pass.

sleep tight...