This latest teething episode was the worst one yet. I haven't yet managed to shove my fingers in Logan's mouth and see whether one or more back teeth have popped out. The signs were there: he wasn't happy about brushing his teeth anymore, was a bit whiney every day, was dribbling more than usual, but we didn't put 2 and 2 together and it took us by surprise.
It lasted 4 days of constant pain, dribbling by the bucket and hardly any eating. It was awful for all of us, sleepless nights, the lot. I even had to change his bed sheet in the middle of the night, it was so wet he couldn't sleep on it anymore.
But it's over now and we've got our happy chappy back, even chirpier than before.
And before this nasty episode, we had a great morning at the beach, where Logan was really adventurous and ran into the sea a couple of times. No matter how cold the sea was as he's got great little snowboots, I had to stop him going too far in! It was great fun!
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