2 year molars, eff you

So Z is working on his 2-year molars, more like they're working him, and there is screaming, and anger, and general indecisiveness, and frustration, basically it sucks. Z has never been good with teething, we were thrilled when he started teething at 4 months :p, but thankful that he teethed quickly and was done at around 13 months with the bulk of his teeth. And now one last battle, General Molar's Last Stand if you will. Last night was bad, he whined and screamed and threw himself down, and got put to bed early, and then I wined, and sighed, and plopped myself down on the couch, and of course, mother effing LOST is a repeat, so then I whined :p.

But this morning, this morning was bliss, he slept in (for him) until 6am, he woke up happy and chatty and generally fun to be around. And when I was leaving for work and said "bye! have a good day!", Z says "bye! you toooooo!!", melt my freagin heart, assaulted by cuteness, and THAT is what makes me forget that about the maniacal teething gremlin that took over his body, at least until tonight :p.