Home Alone 3: two teeth and some tantrums

November 29, 2013

Hallway partyHallway partyHow’s everyone’s week been? Ours has been…interesting. It’s been good and bad, up and down (literally; on Wednesday night I was at the top of The Shard, which was amazing).

Alex was away with work for a few days this week, so Eliza and I saw lots of friends and hung out at home together, getting up to completely random things like having a party with her teddies in the hallway. We also had the worst two nights I can remember for a really long time (funny timing considering it’s Sleep Month over on TalkMum). She was awake for most of one, and the other saw her up every hour and a half. I’m pinning the blame for this firmly on her two sparkling new back teeth. Poor, poor baby, also – I’m so tired. It does mean we only have two more to go though, which is fantastic news.

She is brilliant fun at the moment now you can properly chat to her, but we also seem to be hitting the tantrumy-two’s a few months early. I can sympathise – it’s how I feel about our whole house buying and selling situation, which finally looked like it might be reaching a critical point but has stalled again ahead of the weekend. So frustrating.

This post is titled as the third in a series of two I wrote last year when Alex was away (Home Alone and Home Alone 2). No-one remembers Home Alone 3, do they; has anyone even seen it? That’s kind of how I feel about this week. Happy Friday, I’m so glad it’s the weekend. We’re off here tomorrow, so I’ll report back soon.

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