This week has been about teething again. It’s never ending, isn’t it? I obviously knew it would take some time for all of Little M’s teeth to come through but some googling in the early hours (when I was up with a teething baby, obviously) has alerted me to the harsh reality: it takes around two years for all of their teeth to come through. Two years. Two years. Two years.
Fortunately one of Little M’s too teeth has popped through this week, but I think it’s the other, more stubborn one that’s refusing to quite cut that’s causing the sleepless nights. Poor love. I just have to keep reminding myself that she’s in pain and the old mantra from the early days: it’s temporary.
On a lighter note, we had our first Pancake Day with Little M on Tuesday, and boy was she excited about her banana pancake! I think more so because mummy and daddy were having pancakes too (although ours had a few more ingredients; Little M’s was half a mashed banana mixed with a beaten egg).
This isn’t the greatest of photos, taken in terrible light, but I love it because she just looks so excited about her pancake and it also shows her little characteristics – the outstretched fingers; the drinking cup shoved in the baby seat of her Tripp Trapp for storage.
We had such a lovely dinner time and this photo brings all those feelings to the surface – and the annoyances of teething are easily forgotten.