In which Papa Zesser ponder a week that saw the emergence of not one — but two! — new teeth, amid much wailing and gnashing of teeth. And the baby cried quite a lot, too. (Click the headline to read more.)
In which Papa Zesser reflects on pain following a miserable night, even as his Baobao plays happily behind him as he types; a far cry from the agonized howls that rang through the air 12 hours before!
In which an exhausted Daddy Zesser flashes back to the Bad Old Days, when sleep was a fleeting luxury, and curses his daughter with the wish that, someday, she too will become a parent, so that she’ll understand what she puts her parents through! (Click the headline to read on.)