William Evolves


How to describe my son? I was watching him today with all the other babies and I’ve come to the conclusion that William isn’t ‘into everything’ like other children. He’s happier to sit back and watch rather than getting stuck in.

He is very like Eddie in temperament, in the sense that while everyone else is fighting to be the top dog, Will is the sort of boy who’ll bide his time and then capture everyone’s attention surreptitiously and totally.

Will has an incredibly stubborn streak, if he doesn’t want to do something then God help him he won’t. I was trying to feed him supper tonight – Fish Mornay (or fish with vegetables and cheese sauce to the uninitiated) – and he was having NONE of it. He screamed, cried, blew rasberries, gagged, retched and choked, rather than ingest his supper. Until, that is, I produced his fromage frais for pudding. At which point all rebellion ceased and peace was restored. God help us if we have a fussy eater on our hands, although to be fair to Will he didn’t sleep at lunchtime (too busy teddy-wrestling) so I’ll give him the benefit of the doubt and put today’s hystrionics down to over-tiredness…

To say Will is beginning to assert his personality on the family would be an understatement. He is very much his own man, and increasingly happy to show it.

Judge or Houghton? Time will tell…..

Mummy and Daddy

Oh the joy of children….no sooner had Will perked up on Sunday morning, bright as a button and raring to go, did it occur to us that we were next in line to catch his bug. Eddie collapsed at 10.30 and spent the rest of the day in bed with the occasional dash to the loo. I made it as far as the 6.30pm bottle before having to put Will down and run for it.

We were in bed by 8.00pm comparing temeratures, we’ve got one of those gadgets that you stick in your ear – addictive (Eddie won by 0.1 degrees at 38). Feeling weak as a kitten this morning while Will bobs around the sitting room, wittering and trying to crawl. Still.