Oliver has had his bottom two front teeth for quite some time already, but those top two just won't bust through. It's got to take place any day now. I mean, it just has to.

God love the boy, but I'm tired of hearing that darn whiny, "I'm-in-pain" voice. I feel bad for the kid, too. It has to hurt, and I don't blame him for complaining.

The pain has been waking Oliver up at odd hours during the night, cutting his nap time down drastically, and made him just, generally, fussy. And he's not a fussy baby. He's the calmest, most relaxed baby I've ever seen ... just not these past couple of days.