The continuing exploits of Mr. Finnegan as he conquers the world with his cuteness.

The epic journey known as “teething” has begun for me. I know not what fate shall befall me, but I already know that it will occasionally hurt. I know this by the screams that echo through the hours of my travail.

Biting

It all began innocently enough, with but a trickle of drool running down my chin. At first I thought nothing of it, but then the trickly became a flood, and then the screaming began. Sudden, stabbing pains shot through my body, eliciting the howls of agony that have now become the stuff of legend. Soon I found my only solice in chomping and biting down on things such as: fingers, toys, more fingers, other toys.

chewing

And yet, for all my hard work, I still have nary a tooth in sight! I am told it could be another 3 months. That’s almost as long as I have been alive on this earth! Good grief, this tooth business is a messy one. Sorry, I shouldn’t talk with my mouth full.