Teeth. As my nan is fond of saying, they’re are a pain when you get them, and they’re a pain when they fall out; she should know, she’s lived with them for 93 years.
Harry is now also discovering what a nuisance teeth can be – and that’s making life interesting in the Wright household at the moment.
For a start, anything within grabbing distance of Harry is immediately put into his mouth so that he can gnaw on it. His latest trick is putting his feet into his mouth and chewing on them. It looks incredibly uncomfortable but seems to ease his teething troubles, albeit temporarily.
Other favourites include the fingers of unsuspecting visitors, and I’ve had to stifle the odd smile as shocked friends discreetly try to remove their hands from Harry’s mouth without upsetting him. This is no easy task – he’s got a strong grip and can be very determined where his teeth are concerned.
Because Harry spends so much time gnawing at things, dribble has also become much more of problem. Bibs are essential, otherwise his clothes can literally be soaking wet within minutes.
All of this does mean that Harry can be a bit of a handful from time to time, but I can understand why he gets grumpy. Apparently, he’s got 27 teeth to look forward to – and I found it painful enough when my four wisdom teeth broke through.
Anyway, my technique when he’s upset is to try and distract him by jumping, clapping, shouting and generally acting the fool. Occasionally this works, although sometimes it just makes him cry more. To be fair, I’d probably cry too if I saw my dad jumping round the room and clapping like a lunatic. Having an embarrassing dad is all you need when your teeth are hurting…
Despite all the pain, no teeth have broken through yet. Hopefully they will soon – then we can start looking forward to the next set.
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