Friday 1st August 2014
Two teeth have made it their home in Kingsley’s lower jaw for two months now. The child has been great about it all – the discomfort I mean – however today (and last night) King didn’t rest much. I put it down to teething, for he is a picture of health, alert an active, otherwise.
We have of late taken to dining as a family around the dinner table; you know, all three of us seated for breakfast and lunch and even early dinners. King gets fed by me but is forever staring at his dad. I figure Erroll is the manly role model and I am the nurturing Udder Woman.
When neither food nor boob provides satisfaction for the child, out comes the rusk. We hope it brings relief on the gums and a stop to the grumbles…