I had predicted 4 teeth by Christmas, and I was right. The 4th tooth cut over night, and seemed blissfully painless for him, no sore bum, no screaming, just a few extra cuddles in mummy & daddy's bed over night - I can cope with that and so can George. What I didn't predict was that he would be pulling himself upright and standing up! All be it while holding on the the furniture (or in this case a large box of mega blocks), he's 8 months old and fabulous! He seems to be largely bypassing crawling, he gives it a go but he's not really that bothered if he can get to what or who he wants some other way. He's also managing to get from his tummy to sitting up, which he couldn't do a couple of weeks ages when the health visitor came to see him. All this happened TODAY! Soooo grown up already, and his first Christmas just hours away too. My boys are all getting an early gift tomorrow too - naughty on our part I know but there is method in the madness! Jack
Me, The Hubby and our Four Monsters! Sleepless nights, dirty nappies, tantrums, and tears. But also adventures, fun, laughter, and a whole lot of love! Not every day is easy, but every moment is precious. Welcome to My Life as Mumma Walker!