Michael loves Ron. Ron is one of our European Burmese cats. Maybe he likes Ron's red coat, or maybe it's his quiet manner, but Michael saves up his best smiles especially for Ron. Sadly, Michael's natural curiosity leads him to try to make a grab for him. Nothing says 'I love you' like being prodded in the back by a 7 month old baby with the co-ordination to match and the hand size of a one year old. We've been very careful and Michael has never hurt the cats, but Ron still doesn't enjoy Michael trying to touch him.
If only he'd prod Harry. To Harry any kind of attention is good attention and he'd probably get a giddy little thrill if Michael started twisting his ears.
I guess I'm starting to get a bit repetitive, but the last couple of days have been tough. Yet another tooth seems to be poised to make it's way through Michael's gums so that makes a grand total of 5 that are waiting to burst through. He has been constantly whining and no amount of distraction will placate him. Apart from the dribbling, chewing and red cheeks, teething brings with it a number of other symptoms, including nappy rash, so it certainly makes for one unhappy boy.
I'm glad no one told me how absolutely exhausting dealing with a teething baby is or I think I would have spent the first months of Michael's life in total dread of what was to come. One of my books suggests that some babies deal with teething by being a little bit grumpy one evening and - bang - a shiny tooth is visible the next day with barely a whimper. Who are these super-human babies?!? You can probably identify them by the supercilious look their mothers wear when they are out and about.
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