A first for me

This morning, for the first time, I clipped Jakob's nails. It isn't as though I've let his nails grow all this time; at first I tried nibbling them off, but not being much of a nail-biter, I didn't do very well. His Nanny clipped them before returning to Ontario, too.

But he's reached the grabbing stage. He gets a part of me and he holds on tight. Just the grip of those tiny fingers is enough to hurt, but the little nails are astonishingly sharp.

So I finally did it. I used the specially-bought nail clipper and trimmed his nails.

Much better now. And I lived to tell the tale.