Happily playing at the other end of the room, he heard the choir begin. His ears pricked up, his game instantly halted and he grabbed Bun Bun before scurrying over to the tv as quick as a flash.
I’ve never seen a being so mesmerised by Songs of Praise. Whatever floats your boat, son. Your Great Nain would have been proud.
Suddenly obsessed with machines. ‘Duk Duk mummy!’ when he sees a digger. Lorries he loves too. Circles, triangles, stars and the colour yellow. Most colours are yellow to him.
But there’s mummy. Finally, he uses it to get my attention and it’s the sweetest sound. He calls me over to see his discoveries, whether it be the shutters at a friend’s house or the toast he’s been given from Dada.
Squirrel spotting whilst waiting for some Smarties. He loves spotting the bushy-tailed creatures amongst the leaves.
I still can’t so much as make a cup of tea without him pushing a chair up to spectate. Here he’s ‘helping’ with the pasta (wholewheat frusilli with green pesto and cheese – the only variety he’ll eat). The Cheddar looked like a cartoon drawing by the time I realised he’d been making Sammy bite sized holes all over it.
He’s finally growing into the white 18-24 baby-gros I tried so hard to track down (stock-piling on the next size whilst I found them. You’ll be my baby for a while yet, Sammy) – although the feet still flap loosely beyond his toes, collecting the grubbiness in their path.
We moved back home after almost three weeks of camping at Nain and Taids for a bit of decorating. Sammy’s floors are sanded and his unhealthy carpets and dirty yellowed walls of the landing are gone. Our little house is coming together (although Papa will have to repaint all the floors because the paint swatch lied and no family home can really have floors this pale).
A crisp frosty morning at Kew. We went with Nain and for the first time discovered there were fishies in the basement.