Time flies

OMG - where has the time gone?! I can't believe it's been so long since I last posted - I'm so sorry! A few details to get everyone up to speed, and I'll post more often after this, I promise.

The boys are now 7.5 months old and...

...are rolling like mad devils - no crawling yet, although Will is starting to give it a determined effort.

...both have two bottom teeth - and whew, teething is a rough time! And everything goes in the mouth now.

...have been eating solids since they were 5 months old. I intended to wait until 6 months but they had other ideas - so far they love everything they've tried except for avocado, prunes and peas.

...have been wearing their 9 month clothing for about 3 weeks now (*sniff* my boys are growing up so fast!).

...are really into each other as playmates...and for hair pulling. About 15 times a day, I have to pry one boy's hand off the other boy's head while hysterical crying fills the air. Mmmhmm.

...love noisy toys and books - Will is all about squeaks, rattles and songs while Dash will sit holding a book for ages and cries if he sees one nearby that he's not allowed to have.

...and now Dash has woken up crying from his nap, so I've got to run. *sigh* A mama's work is never done!

Guess What I found today!!

A tooth. Yes, guys, that's right. Obviously teething does not bother my child whatsoever (despite previous thoughts), because there is a little white stump (which is actually really hard!!) on her bottom gum. I dropped her off at Grandma's today while I was at work and we discovered a tooth when I went to pick her up.

Gee - she doesn't like to do things one at a time! She must be a good multi-tasker like her Mum.

UPDATE: Second tooth found today! Wow - I'm hoping she stops with the surprises now.

Round 2 - The Angry Little Monster

So last night and this morning started what I presume is Round 2 of teething. After her promising signs the other day, then no teeth arriving and her going back to 'normal' I thought I would be in the clear and have my happy baby back for a little while.

Not so.


Last night was punctuated hourly by screaming, crying, sobbing, you name it! Tinysaur even spent some time lying down in our bed with us, doing that funny hiccupy thing they do after crying. By 6am I was exhausted, but fed her a morning bottle then dozed back off.


She woke up happy enough - smiley, giggly, and wriggly. But as the morning passed (in fact - after she had been up for an hour), the terrible monster was unleashed. She wasn't happy in her highchair, on the floor, on her rocking horse, in her pram. You might laugh, but the one place I even got her to be slightly happy this morning was the 45 minutes we spent in the bath together. She managed to avoid having a nap all morning, purely by using her new talent: scratching and twisting the skin on my face. Wow. I never knew something this small could sometimes make me feel this sad.


My little monster gradually turned into a snuggly little Angel (thanks Panadol/Tylenol!!) and fell asleep at 12pm. The house is peaceful and quiet. It's nice. But the strange thing is, I kind of want her to get up and be grumpy again so I can try to figure out how to 'fix' this. Maybe this afternoon we will go for a drive in the car and find something to distract the pair of us.

Uh Oh.....

I think we're teething. And it's not just Tinysaur: the whole family is in pain. What with Little Miss Grumpy waking up every half hour to an hour for the last 3 nights and wanting to be cuddled and rocked to sleep, the routine I worked so hard at to get in place has now gone clean out the window. A week ago, I was able to put Tinysaur down in her cot when she started to show signs of tiredness and she would happily lie there until she drifted off. Now, it's a struggle to get her even IN the cot, let alone wrapped and lying there happily...

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So... these are the symptoms: grumpy, red cheeks, dribbling, chewing on EVERYTHING (I mean, everything: even the cats tail - thank God he is patient!!!), TINY lumps on her bottom gum (and I mean tiny!) and tons of crying and she just isn't herself.

Anyone out there got any tips for surviving this? And does anyone know if our routine will fall back into place or do we start from scratch?