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We've just returned from a lovely morning/lunchtime with Ruth and Naomi, and we tried out their brand new park. The toddler swings that were far too big for Jack at the end of August are now fine.
An upper tooth has just broken through the surface, so this makes a grand total of three chompers. Is it just my imagination, or do the top teeth make babies a lot more miserable than the bottom ones? Over the weekend, Jack started commando crawling (which isn't to say that he creeps around without wearing underwear, which I suppose is technically true) so he can now get across the room in the time it takes me to blink. A friend's daughter can crawl and pull herself up on furniture to walk around the room - and she's only a week older than Jack. I've said it before, I'm in no rush to get Jack crawling. I find it tiring enough chasing a rolling baby around the house, let alone a crawling and climbing baby. I'm too old for such things.
Yesterday, Jack rolled and crept around a roomful of mummy friends and their babies, and tried to snog all the girls - and baby Joe. I'm not sure what this means.
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