A while ago I was commenting on Cooper's mood, and made a reference to him going through the teething process. My dad said something to the effect that I blame an awful lot on teething. I considered it not so much blame though, but hope. The last few months have been a little stressful. Cooper seemed to be in a constant state of surliness, and I've been so hopeful that there was a reason, not just that he was just going to have a monster of a personality. I hoped that when all of his teeth were in place, we'd have a sweet little boy back. (I was pretty sure I remembered him being capable of sweetness) But then the teeth were in, and the attitude was the same. However, in the last couple of weeks, we seem to have turned a corner! We still have attitude, I don't think that's going anywhere, but along with that, we have a pretty nice boy! I knew it was those darn teeth! As a side note, my mom has admitted that when I was younger, there was a point in time where she didn't like me. She loved me, she just didn't like me. Turns out I was getting 4 molars at once, and shame on her for not displaying proper sympathy! Just proves that I've been right in trying to blame everything on teeth!
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