This is just for "ahh" value really. Katy's last 4 molars are coming through, and though she's never been one to whinge she actually asked for some medicine last night, saying "Hurt in the mouth".
Realising on the way home that we urgently needed some more nappies but recognsing at the same time that waking Kathryn was A Very Bad Idea, I stopped the car for a nano-second so that Rachel could jump out and then proceeded to drive very slowly six times around the whole of Morrisons carpark whilst Rachel got supplies
A tooth! A tooth! Clearly visible and razor-sharp. Sorry, but photographing a baby's tooth is like trying to bath a cat, so you'll just have to believe me. And just to confound us, after nights of behaving like an unsettled newborn, last night she went straight down and slept 11 hours without so much as a whimper.
Pardon my post-natal brain, but it's only just occurred to me that I could post MOVING images of Katy here. This thought struck me only a month after it also occurred to me I could make little videos in the first place using my trusty phone. Sigh ... and I have to start work again in June, how ever will I persuade people I can still think straight? This mini-epic features Katy playing with what used to be a cat toy - formerly property of Tsi-Tsa - who doesn't seem to quite agree with this redistribution of wealth!
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