Beiber/Beaver Fever

At our house

We have Beiber Fever!

And I'm not afraid to admit it.

In fact, last night Ryan and I were watching the Grammy nominations 

and discussing which singer we would want to be if we could.

I chose T Swift.

(Ryan wanted me to choose Beyonce)

And Ryan choose the Beibster.

(don't tell him I told you that)

So, Beiber Fever is thick around here.

This is Tatum's door to her bedroom.

We have cd's, t shirts, and a toothbrush sporting the Beibs.

We think he is swell. 

Now Jack... 

Jack on the other hand, has BEAVER fever.

I'm not really sure what to do about it.  

I much prefer the Beiber fever.

No doubt.

 Caught in the act.

 These little toofer scrapes are all the way around his crib.

 What. In. The. He*$!?

 I told ya his teeth trip him out.

He just doesn't know what to do with em.

So

 he just does whatever.

Grinds em all day, bites his mom, makes weird faces,

eats his crib.

Whatever.

But really..

How can I be anything but thrilled with this funny little quirk.

Kids.

I tell ya.

So, but, should I be worried?