Hand

"Hand".

We hear that a lot at the moment. Oliver reaches up to grab my hand and says "hand". Once I have obliged he leads me to the object of his desire, often the TV for "Beebies" or wherever he believes there might be "choc choc". To be fair it is often also to get a book to read, which can't be a bad thing, even if it does mean that I know every word of "The Very Hungry Caterpillar" (amongst others).

Despite being poorly for the last week he has been in good humour and I really just wanted to blog the fact that the little man is great fun to be with nowadays thanks to his rapidly increasing vocabulary and also his sense of fun.

His latest trick is to emulate Hayley's "mad" smile, which looks a bit like the smile of Wallace (of Wallace and Grommit) combined with a strained held-breath expression more likely to be linked with constipation. (Sorry.) Don't get me wrong, Hayley has an adorable smile, but Oliver prefers her favourite comedy grin.

I know that any day now there will be a new arrival and the blog (if I get time to write it) will probably be all "baby this" and "baby that". But I somehow think the little man will not let me forget him in my musings. As if I would!