It’s been a pretty horrid day all round. The weather is lousy, gray, cold and miserable. I’ve decided to start a diet and am now starving, and William has been fractious all day after refusing to sleep unless in the car.
This morning we went to see a nursery for him for when I go back to work. I can’t believe I’m looking into this already, but they get booked up so fast and I’d hate to fall in love with one and then find out he couldn’t go. At the end of the day we don’t have a choice, so it’s a question of making sure that we find a lovely place with nice people where he’ll be happy.
Will’s been in a funny mood all day, very restless and clingy. He absolutely would not sleep at all over lunch and I had to leave him just to have some lunch, returning to find him absolutely livid. In the end I gave up and brought him down and he instantly cheered up – as long as I was paying him attention! He’s so interested in everything now, today he even grabbed a little dangly thing off one of his toys and brought it up to his face to look at. He’s talking nineteen to the dozen (did I really just type that?) as well.
Neck control is still a work in progress, but he’s definitely trying, and we’re holding him upright much more often to help things along so hopefully it’ll improve over the next few weeks.
In the meantime, he’s still squeaking upstairs, but it’s not too serious. He is full, clean, winded and absolutely exhausted. It’s just a question of when he’s prepared to give up the fight.
William's First Year 