I took Emily outside for a walk before her nap to stop her going stir crazy. She doesn't seem interested in any of her toys now, and even the books are losing their allure. On the way, she got her hand caught in the lift door as it slid back. I only took my eye off her for a second, I swear.
She is eating and sleeping much better this week, but having tantrums galore: going rigid, arching her body backwards, lying on the floor crying. The biggest trigger is brushing (or rather, attempting to brush) her teeth - all four of them. Since she sticks her tongue out it is impossible for me to get at the bottom ones. I can't see how to improve the situation, so will have to wait until she is old enough to reason with, though of course I will keep trying in case she relents and accepts it as inevitable.
She also caught her chin as she fell off a step, banged her temple on the supermarket trolley as she tried to escape the baby seat (never again am I putting her in that after a performance worthy of Houdini) and slipped on the wet bathroom floor and hit her head on the door sill. RoSPA would have a field day with this inattentive parent.
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