Crying over spilled water


This pic is just to prove that I do sometimes remember to put Katy on her tummy to play. She can of course make a game out of anything: yesterday I had her on the changing table, with a small bowl of water to wash her face, and before I knew it she had grabbed the bowl and with a deft flick of the wrist thrown the contents everywhere.
Nights of mayhem continue as Katy is starting to teethe. My oasis of calm in the day, 8 to 11pm, has become a mirage.

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rjk said…
I have to take this all back. She's not teething in earnest at all, and the problem with restlessness at nights was apparently due to us letting her sleep too late in the afternoons (well, sometimes it takes an age - and lots of shoe leather - to persuade her to nap!).

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