Dominic,
aged 18 weeks: He rolled himself onto his right side for optimum ball chewage the other day. We are thinking this, plus a hundred other signs points to he shouldn't be going to bed still swaddled. Wish us luck, may the odds be ever in our favor.
David,
aged 2 years: Molars, molars everywhere, and not a drop to drink. He will lay himself down on the floor instead of saying hello to family, he won't remove his hands from his mouth, he is even fussier with his food, and he is chewing on toys. Hopefully the poor boy will get a break in the form of a new tooth or two. But he sure does love his new Thomas jams from Liam.
Letteria,
aged 4 years: Also in new pjs from our Fitzs and like David, all ready for bed, she plays in her room with her castle all by herself. With a flashlight. And a My Little Pony. Didn't you know Cinderella had ponies? Well, now you do. Every now and again I ask myself, self? how far are you going to let this thing go with Letteria's hair? It cannot go on forever you know... To which my self replies: I just don't know.
Past weekly shots here.
