I Got My Baby Back

After nearly a week of crying, screaming, tantrum throwing torture, we finally have the original squealing, giggling, babbling Jacob back in our possession. Thank goodness! At just about the time when I thought we would never again sleep through the night, make it through a meal without a meltdown, or have playtime that didn't evolve into a serious crying fit, we have been struck with a Christmas miracle, and not a moment too soon. I'm not sure if it was the cold, the rash, or the new teeth that caused our little guy so much trouble, but if this fit of rage comes back for a second round I may have to board Jacob at the kennel until it blows over...