Four poos in one night, runny nose… what could this mean? Teeth!
At the tender age of 5 months my first two teeth have cut! I wasn’t particularly bothered, though my rear end did decide to protest at the appearance of my first two pearly whites.
I’m busy trying to perfect rolling onto my tummy at the moment and have finally worked out how to get my big toe to my mouth (mmm, tastes good!). I’m still too wobbly to sit up by myself, but getting stronger by the day.
I spend most of my waking hours chuckling at the antics of my big sister (I find it particularly hilarious when she’s being told off by Mummy!).