Floppy

Just a matter of hours before the first of lower front teeth falls out. I caught sight of it inclined at 45 degrees at dinner time - even eating al dente asparagus was not quite enough to effect the change.

She bashed her toe this evening on the sand pit and some considerable howling was done.

Tomorrow she's looking forward to seeing Lola and Otto (and Uncle Chris too)

Greg's been to the Orthodentist for a check-up, and Lewis has been to the fracture clinic - the bad news is he has to wear his splint for another two weeks, which makes his entry in the Fowey Regatta questionable... he's not smiling.