Monday, 16 March 2009

Toothsome bite

Erbie has a tooth coming through in the bottom front, Nothing is really showing yet, but I can feel it with my finger, then he accidently (I say accidently), bit me when he was overtired and feeding, before bed this evening. I shreiked 'ouch' and he burst into tears, for a second, then we both carried on. That stings!
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