The French word for crazy is "fou". It is what we both may become soon if these next two teeth don't come through quickly. Poor guy. I still can't get over the fact that he got six teeth in three weeks. But after the whining this morning, I'm pretty sure that's not the end of yet. I think seven and eight are on their way. Poor baby. Poor mama. ;-)

Look at this face. This is his true personality. He's such a sweet, easy going little guy. Almost always with a touch of drool. :) Apparently, just like his daddy was!