Charlie is not a good teether. Turns out? He loves nothing more than to sit perfectly content in his chair for about five minutes, and then start the Cats In A Bag screaming for, oh, ten minutes straight. He refuses teething rings and frozen chew toys, he just screams. A lot. So you can imagine that this makes for some looong days around here. And one exhausted and cranky momma. Yesterday was filled with a bunch of piddly crap that annoyed me at every turn...the cabinet door fell off its hinges, laundry was piling up due to a broken washing machine, Ella was whiny, my feet stuck to the kitchen floor every time I walked on it due to a popsicle or juice or something being spilled on it, and Sir Screams A Lot was relentless in The Screaming and refusing to be comforted by anyone or anything, ever. But then the husband got home with a Sno-Cone machine from his office, and all was right with the world. A hot day, sitting on our back deck with grape snow cones, listening to Ella chatter about some nonsense having to do with her imaginary dog and the circus. Even Charlie stopped screaming. For a few minutes.