I do feel bad when Cubby's getting teeth, because I can imagine that it hurts like hell to have sharp bits of bone breaking through skin, but the whining and crying might be the end of my sanity.
Luckily, infant acetaminophen* (what, you think I would use brand-name Tylenol? please) does seem to help. So, with any luck, there may be some actual sleeping today in a long-enough block to allow me to get those seeds in soil. Where they will, we hope, germinate and produce lots of juicy, drippy, delicious tomatoes.
Prepare yourselves. Tomato Crazy 2011 is coming.
* Damn. I spelled that right on the first try. I'm so impressed with myself.