Poor O caught the grotty bug doing the rounds and then kindly passed a milder version to me. The expensive germ factories just love to give back. Illness aside, it was lovely to spend some quality time with my little chap. He's such a little character - gentle, kind, happy go lucky and eager to learn. We played together at his own pace, without toys being confiscated by his big sister, and it was an absolute joy to see him as his own person. He's toddling and having a whale of a time with it. Still no actual words, but we're working on it. I started reading to A properly at 6 months, but poor O had to wait until he was about 11 months - and even then A has a tendency to derail bedtime stories most nights. He'll get there.
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