Drool…
Okay, I figure with teething, there will be some drool. I didn’t think that there was going to be the Niagra Falls of drool coming out of my son’s mouth. But there is. He drools and drools and drools. I can’t toss him in the air anymore (please don’t call social services on me, I don’t let go of him) even though he loves it. I end up with drool in the eye or drool down the cleavage. Believe me, you have not lived until you have your own son’s drool down your cleavage. I go through HUGE amounts of onesies, and baby blankets and you’ll never see me in a silk shirt (not that I wore that many beforehand anyway). My wardrobe consists of t-shirts in different colors and pants that can handle being peed and pooped on. If I don’t change his onesies soon after they have been soaked with drool, they end up getting mildewy WHILE HE’S STILL IN IT! I don’t know what I can do, but this needs to end, SOON. My son doesn’t seem too upset, but my husband is losing his mind, because he can’t handle drool, and I’m even at wits end. People will hold him and come away drenched. This is not very nice if I get tired of holding him. Anyway… HELP!
BTW, he’s almost 6 months and he’s HUGE! He’s not huge in the fat way, he’s just really big. The last time we went to the doctor (I don’t know if I mentioned this last time) he was 90th percentile for both height and weight. He’s a BIG boy! There’s just so much of him to love! That’s okay though. He loves to play hard already, and he’ll play in the jumperoo until he falls asleep. Ahhh….