image Right now my arch nemesis in life is the Little Mister’s one last molar. It has haunted me for weeks. Taunting us. Causing pain to my child (it really knows how to hit where it hurts by getting to the one I love). It is the worst tooth of all the teeth. ALL OF THEM. And things got pretty hairy back in the baby days, let me tell you. My arch nemesis also knows that sleep deprivation is the best torture. Nights have been spent sitting up with an anxious Little Mister. Weathering the pain together. It’s been a long time between new teeth and it’s been strange reacquainting…
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What are you scared of?
pic The past week (although I’d swear it feels like it’s been a month), the Little Mister and sleep have not been the best of friends (to put it mildly). It started with teething, evolved into separation anxiety and turned into a sniffly cold. Now that he’s recovering from his cold, I suspect he’s found a new fear of the dark. Who says life is boring with an almost 2 year old? Actually, no-one ever. With good reason, it seems! The Little Mister is usually known for his exuberance and ability to dive headfirst into anything – fear being a concept he’s hardly understood. He’s had nervous moments, times he’s…