And we’re having a good time. Not.
Yesterday, after a very restless nights’ sleep (which meant we had one too listening to it on the baby monitor), he woke up with an upper tooth trying to poke through resulting in the most sensitive mouth I have ever seen, an angry red face, and a fever. It’s not cut yet and it’s still bothering him.
Today, after launching himself off my leg and into the carpet, he then launched himself missile-style off our bed and into a dustbin. Resulting in his first big scrape.
And I know that I didn’t need to buy him proper measured shoes yet but they are cool and I felt like spending money on him (ebay cash) and they are made for cruising and hopefully will fit for 6-8 weeks.
RIP the Jolly Jumper. It was going to come in my suitcase (critical item for everyone’s happiness) but we realised recently that he’s used it so much (almost every day for 6 months) and managed to twist the rope up while using it that it’s starting to wear out. Oh well. Must find other things to entertain him (like the millions of toys waiting for him in Canada that my mother has bought him).
Wish us a nice (good, peaceful, decent, survivable, non-insanity inducing) flight.