Leo went to the dentist today. Buggy-free, he did the home-tube-BBC-tube-Maddy’s-home journey entirely on foot. He was reticent to open up at first, but Claire reminded him that he would get Mavis or Toby if he was a good boy, and then he was kitten-compliant. After three weeks of saying he was going to get a Mavis or Toby after being a good boy at the dentist, he wasn’t about to back out.
I’ve managed to miss out so many lovely things, i feel sad about it, but i think i’ve got out of the habit of quick frequent updates. Sorry, will try harder.
Claire is now majestic, with a belly that demands champagne be cracked upon it in launching to the high seas. Leo is now treating it all quite factually, describing the difference between babies and non-babies with relish. “Babies go “Waaaah”, I don’t, I am a big boy”
Jag and I (well, mainly Jag) doing the new floor in the baby room has been a big thing too. “Jag build baby room floor!” And now he is keener than ever to refer to his room. “Not the baby’s room, no!”
He’s also taken to telling Claire that her tummy is going to “Go Pop, and baby says ‘hello’!”
Well, we’ve been having so much fun it’s been tough to find the time to update!
We had a lovely holiday, in ‘Leo’s Holiday House’. A tractor in the garden, and lizards rustling all over the walls made it heaven for Leo. He sang his way through the streets, shouted ‘ciao’ at ladies in cafes and marched into restaurants ordering ‘pasta please’.
We spent some time visiting all grandparents and Adam and Emma, and then back home to do some DIY (Leo helped by doing some measuring – ‘5, daddy’ – and some hammering).
When it was the end of the holiday he was hearteningly enthusiastic about going to nursery, listing people he’d see there.