tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6752216546373386375.post-86233324701835263132008-05-04T17:56:00.004-06:002008-05-04T18:01:18.712-06:00<a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XB1HYkg88Sc/SB5NiAjMLMI/AAAAAAAAAoY/0h-wRD5UZ1Q/s1600-h/rayce+873.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196676266690620610" style="FLOAT: ; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XB1HYkg88Sc/SB5NiAjMLMI/AAAAAAAAAoY/0h-wRD5UZ1Q/s320/rayce+873.jpg" border="0" /></a> <br />My son is a woodpecker! That little sinker chewed up his crib. I guess teething got the best of him, he must have needed something to gnaw on pretty bad. It’s funny but it’s not, you know what I mean? Speaking of teething, Rayce still only has 8 teeth. It kind of looks like he has some coming through on the top but so far nada. Poor little guy, teething is rough. If it’s anything like wisdom teeth I feel his pain.<br /><br />In other Rayce news: we’re trying to conquer tantrums. :/ I know it comes with his age and where he is right now developmentally but lord help me on some days. Rayce is one of those kids that you stare at, at the grocery store. He throws fits anywhere and everywhere. Yesterday we went to Lowes and he would not sit in the cart. Not only did he wanted to get out at walk around (which was fine) but he also wanted to push the cart on his knees. Imagine the looks I got from that one. Then after that blew over, he wanted to stand in the back part of the cart, not sit but stand! Oy! I tell you it has been a challenge but we will make it through, one way or another.<br /><br /><div></div>Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14085542095463571376noreply@blogger.com