He's walking around like no ones business, talking about things only he understands and giving kisses left, right and centre.
He's a bit of a sweetheart.
I've been saying every other month what a great stage he's at, well this post is not about that. I really don't like this stage his in right now, I'm going to call it the eye teeth stage. Those teeth are the devil. They have turned my lovely, happy, cheeky boy into a child I don't like 100% of the time.
Don't get me wrong I love him regardless but these teeth are troubling him, therefor they're troubling me.
Sleep isn't common right now, tears and tantrums are.
James being away and me being up all hours of the night with Seb is wearing me thin. He's still blatantly refusing to sleep past 12am in his own bed, which leads to lots of tears, screaming and boogers, lots of boogers. I generally hold out till I'm about to loose my mind then he wins, he gets to sleep with me and snuggle.
It's really beautiful being able to cuddle him through the morning but it's just not what we want at this age. I want him to be a peaceful baby through the night and wake up fresh and giggly in the morning.
I want him to call out to me when he wakes and see that smile when I open his door.
I miss my happy boy, but I still love my terrible teether.
happy 16 months Peb!
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