If you follow my Facebook or Twitter feeds, you may have noticed that S is teething at the moment. She’s grumpy, she’s dribbling, she’s crying, she’s clinging to me. It’s not much fun, and not a lot is being done.
The other morning I was trying desperately to sort out my online banking before we left for nursery. I’d given her breakfast and got her dressed, wiped her nose about a gazillion times, and put her on the play mats with a wooden train puzzle.
For the umpteenth time, I came back to the laptop to try and login to my bank account, and for the umpteenth time, S ended up at my feet… But this time, she didn’t whine or try to climb up on my lap or snot on my knees.
I grabbed my chance, and carried on paying my bill, expecting an inconsolable bout of Teething Scream any second. When I finished and looked down, this is what I saw:
This is S sitting on the floor, practically under my chair, playing with the wooden wheels from her 3D train puzzle. She spent a good ten minutes putting the middle of the wheel into the outer rim, then taking it out, and putting it back in again.
And I spent a good ten minutes watching.