Snappy starts nursery this week. Just two afternoons a week, enough to get him out of Bethends hair and into the hair of someone else for a few hours. I mean, just enough to socialise him and prepare him for
Today is Snappy’s second birthday and I cannot describe to you how awesome the last two years have been. The last two months. The last two days. Today, I let him take a two-hour nap on my lap today because he
Snappy is eighteen months old this week. He’s definitely not a baby anymore but a little boy whose personality becomes more and more defined every day much to my delight and occasional despair. He changed so much from age 0
Snappy is now fifteen months old – which isn’t one of those ‘numbers’ – like six months, eighteen months, eighteen years. According to the Government, fifteen months is the time for a full checkup. Our health visitor has been working
I have a wet sock. I have a wet sock and my son probably has a stomach ache. All because of a plastic coco pops mug. I wouldn’t mind so much but I had just put those socks on and
Today is my son’s first birthday. I can’t quite believe it’s already been a year. I can’t quite believe it’s only been a year. He’s now a little boy instead of a little baby and I could not be prouder
I touch smooth skin and soft hair – whatever I can reach – in reassurance of his existence. As if my vision is a lie my other senses in denial. My boy, smiles, and so do I, following the rise
Snappy has weaned himself off breast milk. We helped, but to be honest he did most of the work himself. He’s been eating pretty well since we started him on mush just before he hit six months. He went from
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