Will’s high chair is ordered and should arrive with us shortly! He’s obviously at a minor disadvantage given that he can’t actually sit up yet, but today I’m feeling optimistic. He’s getting stronger by the day and soon he’ll be sitting in his own chair at the table with us – brilliant. In the meantime he is so close to cracking rolling onto his tum it’s all I can do to stop myself from helping him. He just needs to figure out how to really fling his leg across and he’ll be there. Maybe he’s just waiting for a day when Daddy’s at home so he can show off his new skills in front of both of us.
In the meantime it’s been a case of ‘another day, another homeopath’, but this one’s been recommended by my friend Lindsey so I’m feeling optimistic about this too. We had a long chat this morning and she’s going to drop off some remedies this afternoon. As for the issue of The Cat, I called the Dr on Monday to ask whether a patch test was worth doing. His view is that there is no point as babies grow out of allergies, so what he’s allergic to today, he may be fine about in a few months time. He advised me to rub the cat on the baby (or the baby on the cat) if we really wanted an answer. So I grabbed Mol and rubbed her tail on a pristine section of Will’s leg. Suffice to say the leg remains pristine and woe betide one more person who dares suggest he is allergic to my beloved mog.
William's First Year 