Stop the clocks...

... Albs has a wobbly tooth.

Okay, this post may now be 6 days late - I'm sorry, we are getting to the end of term, life is awesome fun but crazy exhausting and we are all in need of a summer holiday. Just log it to the ever growing list of mummy fails.  (A list which grew just two hours ago when I confiscated George's orange whistle for fear he'd wake Albug/the neighbours/the village. Obviously this led to an immediate and impressive tantrum that only the appearance of bubbles from his yet unseen party bag was able to stop.)

I digress, as always, Alby has one wobbly tooth. Possibly two. It's all a bit confusing. Mostly as it barely wobbles and I think he will be wobbling them for the whole of the summer holidays before they are even close to coming out, but for Albs this is a hugely momentous occasion. He was most disappointed that the slightly loose tooth following the bat to the face incident re-bedded and ever since he has been asking when his teeth will start to come out.

So strong has his fixation been that I'm entirely sure he hasn't wobbled this one loose himself - time will tell I guess. Realising that my previous post was about George's teeth we are clearly living a theme at the moment. Oh well. Anything to dodge the clearing and cleaning to come with our impending house move. And I was finally feeling properly settled here!