The lovely 3rd tooth

So, I just realized that in the 'busy'ness of life I totally forgot to tell you about that infamous 3rd tooth of Owen's that made it's grand arrival on our drive up to Washington! I am a horrible blogger I know....leaving you all hanging in such suspense all these weeks!

Well. That tooth. Or should we refer to it as the lovely little dagger that it is. It seems as though Owen enjoyed having that extra tooth that he would latch on to nurse with such tenacity that well....I would think I was going to loose a...hmmm...how do I put this....an 'asset'. To say that I got bit a couple times would be the understatement of the century! I began to feel like Evil Knievel (remember him?) every time I would sit down to feed my child. I am serious. For a week or so I was getting injured EVERY TIME! Now, some of those times were complete accidents I am sure. But I am just as sure that some of those times were not. When my sweet cherub would look up at me and laugh, right after chomping down.....as tears are forming in my own eyes and I have screamed at him like the 'mom of the year' I am....it is hard to think of it as an 'accident'. One afternoon, I had been bitten SO hard and was sure my 'asset' had sprung a new leak and I was done. Owen was put down for a nap without being fed, both of us bawling, him in his crib, me on the couch, writing yet another email to Mike informing him about the torture HIS child was putting me through.

Now, I know what ALL of you are thinking, or rather screaming at the screen right now. "WEAN HIM!" Here is the lovely dilema that is the icing on the cake. My dear sweet Owen will not take a bottle. He will not take a sippy cup. It is like I am stuck between a rock and a serious sharp place. When Owen was born, he was so big we had to supplement him with formula from day 2. He was a champ on the bottle.....so much so that we worried he would prefer to take his meals that way instead of from dear ol' mom. Also, I have to admit, I am lazy and cheap. Formula is a pain in the neck to prepare...not to mention SUPER expensive (even with a good coupon)! Breast feeding is like the ultimate lazy coupon for me....gotta love free (not to mention all those calories I am burning!). So, needless to say, Owen didn't see a bottle again for a LONG time....and by that time he was VERY fond of dear ol' mom. And now I am paying for it. Good news is....I haven't been 'wounded' in about a week or so. Two more teeth have arrived on the scene, for a total of 5 and Owen seems to be getting the hang of his new 'sharp' friends. However, I still cringe every time I go to nurse him. I am living life on the edge these days!

So, that is the story of the lovely 3rd tooth. Painful but true. And yes, we are working on getting him to love the sippy cup. :)

P.S. Owen is 9 months old today! Can you believe it? :)