Poor little hiccipops is teething again. None of the other two has ever seemed bothered when their teeth has started coming through but Jamie is. Last night he woke up screaming and nothing would help to calm him down, but now it’s pushed through I think the worst is over until the next one.
I am so amazed by how quickly they develop from little helpless babies to little people. Jamie now cruises around furniture waves bye bye, claps his hands, says mumum and dadad. And it feels like only yesterday he was a little newborn constantly attached to me and now he’s getting all independent.