Call Me

Picture this, I'm on the phone to some guy called Ian in a UPS depot, God knows where, 'cause I'm trying to track down this order from Logitech. Turns out they've forgotten how to get to my house from delivering a new laptop here less than 2 weeks ago, relief driver they said.

Anyway, I'm looking for a pen to write this Ian's direct number down so I can call back if there's a problem - all the while I'm holding Katie, my 6 week old little girl, who decides that right about now would be the ideal time to start dropping one off in her nappy. Only thing is, she makes quite a distinctive noise whilst doing so. Something akin to a bodybuilder working out noise.

It's deadly quiet, I'm looking for a pen and this Ian is waiting patiently on the other end when all you hear is

uuuuuunggh

uuuuuuuuuuuunnnngggh

uuuuuuuuuuuunnnnggghhh


Hello? Ian? Yeah I've got a pen, what's that number?

Foreword

So my daughter turned 6 weeks old today, and she is already hella advanced for her age. She has a full head of hair, is already shouting out random burbles and noises, sometimes a little squeel of glee.

She is even looking around and smiling when you tickle her face or feet.

Of course it is always a double edged sword, she is also teething this early. Not good for a not-even-2-month old to be teething. We now have to add that to the list of different screams we have to decipher before she settles down to sleep. It also sucks because there is not much you can do for such a young person who is literally CRYING out for something to relieve the pressure on her little gums.

Hang in there 'champ, cause daddy's got a new bag.

Of teethers.