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Date: 11 December 2005 15:18:21
Poor baby b. As you know, he's nearly one year, but no teeth yet. Late or early teething goes in families apparently, and according to my mother* we were all a year before getting teeth, and so were all my neices and nephews, so I've not been surprised the old gnashers haven't appeared yet.
Last night, however, the evil teething fairy arrived with a vengeance. Baby b got a few hours sleep in before we went up to bed, but woke (by which I mean screamed) at about 11pm. I finally got to bed at 3 this morning.
It's a top tooth - usually the bottom ones come first. That's my boy: do it late, and do it backwards.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I am going to bed. I feel like something that's been dredged up from somewhere unpleasant.
*Let me record here my frank astonishment that she remembers this sort of thing. There were six of us for heaven's sake, spread over 16 years.