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It's either his ears or his teeth.

Whichever it is, there's a certain baby who's gotten very fussy and clingy at home all of a sudden. And although we'd made progress, I've now reverted to merely "Not The Mommy."

Way to make me feel useful, kid...


Could be both. V. went through a period in which each new tooth was accompanied by an ear infection. Also, around 11 months -- give or take -- they all go through separation anxiety, and from there forward for almost a year they also go through a phase where they prefer one parent to the other.

Have a good Christmas?