Teething is for the birds

Any parent will tell you that they *hate* teething. I'm no exception. For the past week my typically happy, loving child had been replaced by a manic, craaaaaazy, irritable one. Still adorable as ever, but totally not herself.

Last night I peeked in her mouth, and I see the reason for the insanity: she now has two of her 2-year molars. I wanted to cry when I realized there are still two more to come in, but then I realized something. THIS MEANS WE ARE DONE. Once the two year molars finish taking their sweet time, Blakley is done with teething. HALLELUJAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I think I'll pop open a bottle of bubbly to celebrate this once it's all said and done.

And, for those of you that think my child is constantly smiling, here's proof otherwise:

Yes, a tantrum on the garage floor. Is it too much to ask that my next child be born with a full set of teeth?