Well, it's official. The honeymoon period is over. After an amazingly easy first 24 hours together, E hit us with several bouts of diaper exploding poo and a few rounds of spitting up yesterday. And last night a new tooth started coming through. Our hotel room was a shrine to the laundry gods - every spare inch of hanging space was covered in drying baby clothes.
Today started off well. E woke up and when she saw our faces broke out into her big beautiful smile. Then the fussing began again. We think the trauma of what's happened is really hitting her now. She's doing a terrific job adjusting but the curiosity with everything she displayed two days ago is giving way to nervousness at anything new.
She is still the queen of stacking cups and has great fun with the yellow ball gramma bought for her. Unfortunately Sophie the teet
hing giraffe has been classified as ass by E who wants nothing to do with her. She's a champ with her bottle, eats up all her congee, has taken quite a liking to Cheerios but says no to any form of fruit and veggies.
hing giraffe has been classified as ass by E who wants nothing to do with her. She's a champ with her bottle, eats up all her congee, has taken quite a liking to Cheerios but says no to any form of fruit and veggies.
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