Camryn is now teething...and you would think the world is ending. It's a pretty pathetic site to see and with nothing I can really do about it (no, I have not rubbed whiskey on her gums but it may help me cope better) we have survived on baby Tylenol, teething rings and Colby's new solution of dipping her pacifier in just enough frosting to distract her from the pain. While Camryn screams bloody murder her brother Truman is now wearing a "cone" for the majority of the day as his allergies have gotten so bad that he has large open wounds behind his ears and on his neck. So amidst the screaming picture a large and dopey dog bumping around the house and attempting to jump on the couch forgetting he has a new "accessory" that makes that task rather difficult. This has lead Truman to express his distaste with the situation by laying directly on top of Colby's head just in case we had the opportunity to forget about him and his predicament.
This is the life in the House of Kahl.
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