We are having a teething evening.
Which is to say, number one, yoghurt for dinner; number two, teeth brushing optional; number three, Calpol before bed; number four, bed, really? Bed?
Thankfully we got through most of the day before Top Left decided to make an appearance. We spent Jubilee Day #1 with family, ate chilli and Eton mess, ran round a playground, and let the babies chew on each other’s fingers. They are fascinated with each other’s faces. It’s nice to have someone your own size to chew a strawberry with.
Just F to the Y-I, Henry only likes the swings in Central Park. Didn’t enjoy the roundabout either. Maybe that was the tooth talking.