Toothfairy's a Creep
This will my my 5th attempt at blogging. The previous four were pretty unimpressive, even by my standards. The first was pure waffling (probably just like a standard conversation with me anyway), the second was a rant about Seth's APD. It was a bit too angry and I ran out of steam eventually, a bit like my year 12 major artwork. The third was half-arsed and the fourth was too lovey-dovey. Anyone who knows me, knows that kind of shit doesn't go down too well with me. So... FIFTH TIME LUCKY I say! I thought I'd start off with the latest milestone achieved in our household: Last night Seth's first baby tooth was EXTREMELY wobbly. Of the 'hanging-by-a few-threads' kind of wobbly. It required intervention and Seth knew it. Reminding myself of the good ol' days where my own Dad would assure me that he would just 'see' how wobbly the wobbly tooth was, before getting a good grip and yanking it out (can't believe I fell for that trick so many times).