I'm pretty certain Tyler knows the arrival of his brother is on the horizon, and he is doing his part to get Mom and Dad as ready as possible by not letting us get much sleep these days. We have been awake at 5 a.m. everyday for the past week. That's after Shawn is up with him until 1 a.m. trying to get him to go back to sleep. Of course, he's taking 3-hour naps at daycare. But Mom and Dad don't get that luxury. It's temporary, we keep telling each other. But it is crazy. So many people have been asking me what's wrong at work, apparently they can tell I can't stay awake during the days and I'm not my usual chipper self. "Tyler's teething again" I hear myself saying. I have said that so much this past year. This is the absolute last time, the only teeth he'll have left after these eye teeth are the older molars (I think 2 and 4 year molars or something). That's 16 teeth in 12 months. Everyone warned us the eye teeth were the worst. I wonder if that's because you know they are the last and can't wait to get it over with. I wonder how we made it through all those awful nights as each of those teeth broke through. Nights filled with screaming and arched backs, where he does everything he can to throw himself out of our arms. Pick him up and you get hit on the face or worse, your hair pulled. Put him down and he screams and bawls. Pick him up again and he takes a big sigh appearing to relax. Sit down with him and he writhes in pain. Stand up and he calms down. Wait until he's fallen asleep and lay him in bed with us hoping for a couple hours of sleep. Tyler can no longer get comfortable sitting with me since my belly is in the way. So instead of holding him, I spend more time than ever with him laying next to me. We need a bigger bed. He needs those teeth to make it all the way through so he can go back to being the sweet little angel he usually is.