cut through today. Cue one grumpy toddler, not wanting her dinner and just wanting to cry and have cuddles, poor thing. The next one is imminent, the fourth, no sign.
Still, eight teeth now…
We got her the Dr. Seuss Book of Opposites, which so far she loves, and said “ooh, look – a new book!” to which she replied “Book!” – cue 10 minutes of us saying “Book!” and her saying “Book!” and us being all clappy clappy “ooh she said book!” until she got bored.
God, it must be rubbish being a baby, I mean, you get the initial praise when you do something, and then your parents make you do it again and again and again and again until you’re sick to death of it. Poor baby.