how is it only Tuesday? this week seems to have dragged on forever already. Pip seems to be cutting 3 teeth at once and is furious. everything is a major trial, including nappy changing and especially going to bed. she’s clearly so uncomfortable and in pain, wriggling and stuffing her little hand in her mouth, picking at her gums and making noises like she’s grinding her (non existent) back teeth. bedtime is a major operation involving us both in turn, at each stage Pip stumbling to her feet and hanging onto the bars of her cot, whining. not even a jam-in-the-sandwich dance to Otis Redding made her cheery.
I tried to distract her with drawing and crayons this afternoon. she loved the crayons but beyond emptying them repeatedly out of the box, examining them and then testing them in her mouth, she didn’t really get them. when she sat on the sketch book I was trying to use to help her colour in, I realised she didn’t get it at all and that maybe we should just put the crayons away before she broke them.
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