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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