it's tough at the top...
I made it to the top of the stairs in one go today! I can't count that high, but Dad says it's eighteen stairs - and there's a funny bit at the top where it turns the corner so you have to make sure you use the big bit of the step. The first few times I did it I tried to use the small part of the step and Dad said it looked like I was rock-climbing.A while ago I said I had one of those teeth-things come down from the top of my mouth - well, I've now got another to keep it company. This makes it a lot easier to click my teeth together and give them a little grind every now and then - each time I do that Dad makes a funny face [that would be a "cringe" - it's like dragging fingernails across a whiteboard for Tim].
I have another cold at the moment - we're hoping that it's just because of the new tooth, but I don't feel all that good and I'm not sleeping well. [I know what she means - both Mum and Dad have got a bit of a cold as well and having Emily waking up 4 or 5 times through the night to have a little complain isn't making it easy to shake the flu symptoms!]