By "He", I mean my mostly peaceful, easy-going third-born.
Now 19 months old, he seems to have turned into some kinds of monster within the space of a mere week. In the beginning, I administered Nurofen for several days in row - the sudden change had to be new teeth, right? Yeah, except for the fact he already has them all bar his second set of molars. And they sure aren't coming through just yet.
Perhaps he's getting sick? Doesn't stop the massive giggle-sessions and chasing games all over the house with his brother (which of course immediately lead to waterworks and massive fights). Yes, it's all fun and games till someone loses an eye. How many times now have I caught myself sounding like my mother? But where was I - ok, let's just say I don't really feel as if my youngest is ill in anyway other than the mandatory leaky nose.
Conclusion: My mostly peaceful, easy-going third-born has become a bona-fide toddler.
Bye-bye Babyhood [deep breath, sigh, little tear slides down cheek - kinda, but not really].
It's bedtime. Sweet Dreams all.
x Meagan x