Teething is a new kind of hell.  Having made it through the first round of toothy-pegs erupting like tiny white mushrooms (with a little help from the Rolling Stones) I foolishly began to relax again.  Master 1 had settled back to his usual little easy-going self and the whinging, grizzling, clinging demon-beast had retreated.  He was SLEEPING THROUGH THE NIGHT again and I thought I … Continue reading Teething is a new kind of hell, remember it happens in stages!