i hate it when you type a big reply and the server packs a carp. not cool.

i'm ratty anyway now because since my last attempt, Captain Boogedy has driven me round the twist. I know it's the teething dance but he's been whinging, rubbing his face in the carpet, crying and pork-chopping all afternoon. i dosed him on chamomilla put him to bed again. poor kid. i love his little monkey face but he sure knows how to pushy my buttons.

ange - hang in there girlie. the guni must be deriving massive comfort from hanging off you, so you're doing a great job. permission granted to hang out with Dr P and eat more!

julia - i found that if i tried boob & cereal in one hit it was hurl central. i agree about the 45m to 1hr after thing.

he tried pear this morning and looked very undecided about the whole thing. he licked a pear baton and turfed it, then gingerly nibbled at EBM & pear puree. not convinced is he. his face was priceless. it was that, 'hmmm... this is... yucky but... kinda nice... wait... what is it?'

i'm trying to decide whether his ratty afternoon is about the pears or whether it's just tired and teething. *shrug*

i hate being in a bad mood. it's so carp.