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).