Day twelve

The morning started with the same jumping out of bed and sprinting out to get the dogs done routine. Rush, rush, rush. I got back in and went back to bed and dozed until I heard the cute wee voice from the bedroom calling for his nana. 

It was so wet and cold this morning that we didn't go back to bed for our snuggle. We just hung out in the lounge by the fire. I didn't even open the curtains until about 11 and then shut them again for a couple of hours because it was soooo cold. Still no new tooth. 

Nixon had his weetbix and we had lots of cuddles on the couch before he went back for his nap. When he got back up again it was warm enough for Nixon to be on the floor playing with his things.

 We had a good hail storm in the afternoon after a morning of sleet and rain. We just blobbed at home. I got some work done while Nixon did his thing with his toys in between cuddles and baby talk.

 After his afternoon nap he woke up in a real grouch. Cried so much that he puked on me, on him and on his bed. I was just about to sit him in the bed while I sorted his PJs in his room when the big puke added to the drama. Those bloody teeth need to come through soon. I'm positive they are the reason for the many poohey nappies, rashes and bad moods.

 A good bath after his nana's vege delight for dinner had this wee man smelling so much better. He loves his massage with the cream for his rash.  Luckily he doesn't have any on his toes or he would suck it all off them.

A good chew on his fingers before Pamol, Bonjela and his bottle. He wasnt' a happy wee chappy tonight. I wish those teeth would just cut through and let Nixon be his happy wee self again.

A long, wet, uneventful day. If Nixon hadn't have done the big puke it would have been way boring!