Eating Hairy MacLary

Yesterday was a simply ENORMOUS and FRABJOUS day for my Tiger.

Not only was it The Day of All The Rolling (in the end, there were three! So proud), but it was also The Day of Sleeping With Little Arms Out!

That's right! For those of you who have or know little ones, you will know that sleeping with one's little arms out is a Very Big Deal Indeed. 

You will remember, if you've been reading this blog, that not so very long ago, Tiges became a big girl and decided to leave her baby swaddle behind, preferring instead to kip in a very cute and glow-wormish sleeping bag. Well, what I didn't tell you at the time is that said sleeping bag is a very fashionable convertible model. Little arms can be in. Little arms can be out.

And yesterday, because of all of the rolling, LITTLE ARMS CAME OUT. 

With socks on little hands as all mittens had been grown out of. This was much cuter than it sounds.

You would think this would be enough for one Tiger day, but no! The other big news is that teething continues and Tiger's latest Thing of Fun is eating her books while Mummy tries to read them.

Yesterday, Hairy MacLary got chewed. So did Bottomley Potts and Schnitzel von Krumm, and brave Tiger even took a bite of Scarface Claw! 

EEEEOOOOOOWWWWWFFFTTZZZZ!!!

Today, Tiger has chewed Jackie French's Wombat and the little mouse who sank the boat (he probably deserved it). Mummy is putting a Christmas callout to all family for replacements!!!

Mummy also went and bought more Round Plastic Water-filled Things that Go In Freezer, in the hope that these might be chewed on while books are being read, so the hippopotamus, Hunwick, Koala Lou and Pete the Sheep might remain un-gnawed-upon, and that Josephine might continue to dance.

But Mummy can't be even the slightest bit crabby at her Tiger for all of the chewing. Because the little, cheeky grin that appears on her face when Mummy says, "Tessa, ta. Ta, Tessa. Taaaaa," is worth so many crumpled pages and soggy corners. And, after all, books were made to be loved, not just left on a shelf.

And if that means Hairy MacLary gets eaten? Well, I think that's just lovely.

~ Love, Miss Cackle